I have always wanted, with you, embarked on that beautiful path. There is a soft wind, there is a white cloud, you have your side, listen to my happiness and grateful heart. My request is actually very small, as long as there is such a summer, as long as I have passed, then.
And I am welcoming, but the days are the night, but it is some arrangements that are not expected. There is so much trivial mistake, slowly slowly slowly, let me, I finally understand this night.
All the sorrows have become ashes, I can't, with you in the road.
The wild wind is like this, the world is really a river that is really angry.
Just as the grassland of the autumn meets together, we will come to meet, we will meet each other.
Only the wild wind is always refused to stop always emerged in the forest in the mountain road in the unfamiliar street angle.
Sweep, those such as autumn leaves
