One day when we meet again in the
Avenue of blue,
The clouds will float past and ill blow
A kiss to you.
But if you cannot recall my face when
The flock fly high,
Ill whisper my name to you as the clouds
Are floating by.
The lantern by the street side shades the
Beauty of your lips,
I graze the shadows to trace the silhouette
With my fingertips.
Freedom rings for my frolic as I tiptoe on
The hilltop as the gate,
It's your face I will look for all this sunshine
Repeats in fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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