When I was in the shell
When I was in the shell, I love you.
Pure wave flashed, polishing the cliff.
The sky is gray,
under which I desperately pray.
How could a small seashell say:
“When the shell wrapped me at all,
I‘d love you till the end.”
When I was in the shell, I love you.
Pure wave flashed, polishing the cliff.
The sky is gray,
under which I desperately pray.
How could a small seashell say:
“When the shell wrapped me at all,
I‘d love you till the end.”
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