I depart from you and
The age for you is like flowers
Clouded by the dew
The lover sings for us
There will be no worries or danger
Living in our hearts
Our roads, oh lovely one, only tomorrow,
When our children become our joys
That wipes the life sorrow
We shall walk all those wide roads and
Our small cottages become more than cities.
Oh, my love put your hands on
mine and we walk all those wide roads.
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