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Lonesome Lullaby.
Lonesome Lullaby.
During my empty days,
Love was a hill I couldn't climb.
Spring, she came hurriedly like a flame in the heart,
And fall, he came and stayed forever.
Hush the howling sound of the leaves in autumn,
No, the chatters of the birds in the morning.
Bring to me the rustling melody of withered petals,
No, the silence of the falling leafs on the earth.
Let the wind play the songs of my guitar,
For my hands are still numb from the cold in the winter.
© omega*3
During my empty days,
Love was a hill I couldn't climb.
Spring, she came hurriedly like a flame in the heart,
And fall, he came and stayed forever.
Hush the howling sound of the leaves in autumn,
No, the chatters of the birds in the morning.
Bring to me the rustling melody of withered petals,
No, the silence of the falling leafs on the earth.
Let the wind play the songs of my guitar,
For my hands are still numb from the cold in the winter.
© omega*3
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