The cloud has passed and left its tears on the grass
Wouldn't it have been nice to have a rose-color wine on a day like this?
Early morning wind blows and tears the skirt of the rose
Looking at the rose, the nightingale's heart flutters
When have these starry nights started revolving ?
Nobody knows, nobody knows...
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