You'll come tomorrow, oh my love path of wind and moonbeams fall above longing for you every moment, bustling as if in a dreamlike daze Oh, how it remains winter yet feels like a wonderful spring. Oh, how it remains winter yet the yellow apricot blossoms are blooming your heels imprint with the affection, as flowers and leaves whisper of spring’s return, the spring of love. but on the balcony above, waiting till the moon fading oh my love, for what reason have you made promises, yet forgotten? Has Spring as arrived, so why do the flowers not bloom brightly? has Spring passed, so why has the heart become so lonely? Because our given hearts of waiting, let them bloom to forget the love, the love filled with nostalgia. The next day, hearing the hurrying-by wind whisper to the white clouds given colorless passionate love When there is no love, who knows the sun fades quickly, who knows whether eyes sparkle when love dissipates. Then comes the following day, the sad station waits endlessly for the beloved, the platform desolate and empty. Who is like my love, wearing the color of evening clouds? Who is like my love, cold and solitary? Oh, my love! Why have you come to this place? Oh, my love, why do you remember today? Because of deeply loving you, in your fragile shoulders, reluctantly leaving you in the spring, the spring filled with longing.
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