When the yellow day was shining me
I'll be opting it
When the green grass was freezing me
I'll always in here
And I've got one thing from the blue sea
When the snow white accompany me
Always.. always…
In the cold night, I am yours
Believe that this's me, it's my colour
Your nature colour in me
All a year and a day would be prayer beads
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