Hill's Memories
Hill's Memories
Behind that hill
There is a valley of dreams
That my child's mind built
There is a huge golden yellow field
That the wheat fields adorned sweetly
Some flowers scattered around the field
Still adorn today, my memory ...
There were so many dreams to come true,
That time stole from me ...
In the middle, there are so many memories
I still remember myself,
From the time I was happy and didn't even know ...
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