I went for a picnic.
I laid myself on the grass, looked up to the sky,
and looked at the petals of cherry blossoms fluttering.
My eyes were at the same height as the small flower field so I felt good.
You know the name of the blue flower, don't you?
A beautiful flower bloomed to the asphalt of the way back.
It becomes warm, and insects, flowers and people start working lively.
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