No Omens
The wind whistling in the rice fields Foretells the shedding of heaven's tears; Yet time hasn't warned me, There's Cupid's arrow coming my way. I don't know a lot, About him, I'm not Interested in the first place; Now I'm running after an unknown home base. Where did the omens go? I should have run backward, But they never let me know And he has caught me off-guard. Oh my! All I can do now is sigh, I think I'm in love with this pretty guy Who hasn't noticed me passing by.
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