2020.06.28.
The thought at the Spring
It’s March, when the Spring winds are blowing.The fallen blossoms’re flying to the every place.
With the Oriental harp, I’m playing the love song
But you won’t return from the bustling city place.
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The fallen blossoms’re flying to the every place.
With the Oriental harp, I’m playing the love song
But you won’t return from the bustling city place.