The sky in my childhood was beautifully clear and deep blue.
The helianthus grew tall, bloomed higher than my head and was shining brightly.
The sky is impure thin blue now, and mini-helianthus is blooming in my small pot.
When I see the helianthus that grows compactly, I feel sadness a little.

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