As time passed,
The melody of soul floated softly,
The wind blown a farewell breeze,
Last tears cornucopia.
The night that i missed,
Obsolete by the time that thundering,
Struck with a feeling of gloom,
Lonely hearts.
When will the spring wind blowing
again?
Bringing the relief scent,
The smile that ever existed,
Swallowed by the fact that oppressive,
But still i wait for the presence.
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