Seeing the green forest,
in which there is complete happiness,
The bird was sitting on me chirping,
Leave used to wrap me around
I miss the forest a lot
I hear the sound of axes and saws,
I have been shattered into pieces,
snatched me all
Only wood remained
Haven't thought of going without it,
all i need is water,
that i will bloom again
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