Hearing a voice I turned my head, In the warm light of spring flowers blossomed red; IT's the same street the first time we met, There's nothing but an isolated shadow left.
Hearing a voice I turned my head, In the warm light of spring flowers blossomed red; IT's the same street the first time we met, There's nothing but an isolated shadow left.
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