Over land, before the shining stars Catch the wind blew pleasing sound in my ears Over land, as a glimpse in my eyes Catch the rain to the dale, in tears Walk on the ground Behind the hill, listen to the fairy song Losing all we’ve found Runaway to the moon, but still not too long Mirror, mirror of the stars Let me see her face sleepily on the grass ; Through the air, I say your name Write on cloud, I still write your name Through the air, run after by a plane White all clouds, crowded the lane Sit on the chair Below the blue sky, talk to the passion Flourishing leaves, feel like I can touch your hair Runaway to you, faraway at god’s discretion Turned all the flower off Rising when you back home, I hope; There is a star that showing your face So I can see you….. There is a wind that whispering your pleasing voice So I can hear you…… There is a leaf that flourishing like your beautiful hair So I can touch you….. But, i still miss u now
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