The gleaming sky still in your sight
Here you will make a wish
Face the sun and close your eyes
Let your soul bring the cries
Here the wind make you sing
"Here I wrote for you
Something I can't tell you directly
My immense heart
Too melancholy
Can't hold it anymore
Hwaahhh....
Please, please
Give your soul to me
Unless I will gone..."
By Tola Augusta Jufany the Artumn
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