You came like a warm wind in a day of spring,
With your long, brown coloured hair
Waving along the road
Once you bring me flowers
Then I bring you a laughter
The prettiness is still written boldly in my memory
But it got rotten here in my arms
You bring me anything but a fiction beauty,
Like I bring you nothing but the sound of the laughter that will never stop,
Girl, I wonder.
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