The morning was silent .......
When the fir fireworks are silent
Bringing my soul wandering ...
Until the boundary of my daydreaming
Here...
Still I keep a sympathetic longing for you
In this corner of the heart, where unrest sweeps away
Until I'm tired of being alone.
Either ....
Still can this hand to paint the sky
And describes the pale lines of your face
Among Rindu ... who threw me.
Or just let the wind erase your trail
Maybe....
I'm just waiting
Until You're Back
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