Under the gentle sunbath,
The chimes seem to pause.
The chimes seem to pause.
I breathe deeper,
as the wind brushes my cheeks.
as the wind brushes my cheeks.
Those indirect tears,
the tomorrow we named,
and the criss-crossing lines stained future.
the tomorrow we named,
and the criss-crossing lines stained future.
Let these innocent feelings
and our days of laughter
become all the more precious to us.
and our days of laughter
become all the more precious to us.
You showed me many new things,
crossing the scented moments.
crossing the scented moments.
I want my feelings to join yours...
to reach you....
to reach you....
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