I miss again
As the rain start falling
to the ground
time and time
As I sit one the bench
here with the wind, with the sky
With the spring, with the autumn
With love season, never spoken
With the word without a sound.
(Someday in year two thousand)
to the ground
time and time
As I sit one the bench
here with the wind, with the sky
With the spring, with the autumn
With love season, never spoken
With the word without a sound.
(Someday in year two thousand)
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