Reminiscence —
At this moment of low and sweet raining you strike me
Being oppressed by cloud storm is blowing restlessly
My time passes at corridor tracing memory
Playing flute i go on singing spontaneously
Sitting side by side at a restaurant
Keeping hand on hand I am your passionate
Could you feel far are you from me?
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