Uelle woman, under the cherry tree, remember their history
At that time, she was gentle and very beautiful, but that place had a sad face and her hair hid her tears at night Forget about the seasons and bury your memories
with time you will see that this monochromatic wound disappear is spoiling my dream, which had a nice blue sky A deep sin, hole in the wall,
I have a bad habit of seeing in spring nights mourn On a cold night, projecting a spirit, may be I can to see
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