Drifting embers, Drifting embers,
It has been glowing in the heart, Since eight years long. It has been glowing in the heart, Since eight years long.
Sometimes the moon, sometimes the star Sometimes I write you a metaphor of love Sometimes the moon, sometimes the star Sometimes I write you a metaphor of love
Like a hearse he, but her loveliness in the azure. Like a hearse he, but her loveliness in the azure.
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