(choligo choligo jaigo chole)
I am going, am going, am going away
Road lights been turned on amid sky
I walk along blowing my flute
Spreading my smiles walking
Flying my colorful dress over Land Sea
Traveling world loves traveler:
This is why calling in such tune often,
Just ahead of the walking way-
Seasons do fall in love with each other
Death dying frequently under footstep
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