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From Spring to Winter I'm waiting for your gentle face
The free breath in the Spring's forest vanished
The last rose in the Summer withered
The brisk wind in the Fall was so short
And the chillness in the Winter extended
Time goes so quilkly,But not my gentle
Though I know the result
Oh,baby,don't cry before my gentle
It's my destiny
The gentle in my heart is more than love
Deeper,Larger,ever-lasting
In the morning I expect you growing up bravely
In the evening I presume upon your heart blooming
Wish the sun shine your life
The moon warm your dream
I got so much unwanted
little I wanted indeed
I care nothing except heart trembling
Oh,baby,don't cry before my gentle
It's my destiny
(If you feel moved
it has existed forever)
※※※※※※ （未经许可，谢绝转载） 那是记忆天空中鸟儿飞过的痕迹，那是生命中花开的声音。 |