We looked for a four-leaf clover old days.
I heard that it brings happiness to people who had found it.
I had passion loooking for it with you and I forgot about time.
My old house and that place where clover grew are about 5 minutes away.
We had no reason to start to look for. I only had much time.
I think of days long past.
The curiosity goes away as snow melt down without lying on the both hands. I wish I had childish passion as we played.
What passion do you have now?
What passion do you lose now?
What passion do you get next?
Where have you lived since you moved?
Do you look for a four-leaf clover with your passion?
If you are here, can you look for it with me?
There is no place where I played with you as we please.
There is no old woman who took care of us.
Many houses are crowded with each other in this big city.
I can’t forget looking for a four-leaf clover with you in those days.