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.
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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