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Wind that interrupts slumness and fluctuation Yurari swaying through the sun leaves
I wonder why I am full of tears full of abundance though it is not sad
I can see you soon if the flowers bloom
I can not wait and murmur that name gently
Musical trees Moe yellow color (mochiro) Saying like shaking the branches and leaves
Gently stroke cheeks Winds Wipe my tears Your smell
Scenery which color little by little Fluffy fluffy and floating footstep
Listen to the weeds and listen to you Listen to the flowing water sound
I can meet many times by visiting the seasons
Memories that overlap many times are always fond of
Saying sorrowfully in a sky that is dyed red madoka (Tamayura)
Wind that calmed for dusk I miss your smell
Let's move around and the season is like a kaleidoscope
I beg for asking how many months and months the unchanging heart
Dream sky Iris color (Ayame Iro) Until Tears (Kakureiyo) delivering thoughts
As you look up at the wait (Matsuyoi), your nostalgic smell
The dawning sky lights the color of the reddish (sometime) Mahoroba
Strong wind blowing Wind I wait for the smell of spring
fuente: musica.com
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Wind that interrupts slumness and fluctuation Yurari swaying through the sun leaves
I wonder why I am full of tears full of abundance though it is not sad
I can see you soon if the flowers bloom
I can not wait and murmur that name gently
Musical trees Moe yellow color (mochiro) Saying like shaking the branches and leaves
Gently stroke cheeks Winds Wipe my tears Your smell
Scenery which color little by little Fluffy fluffy and floating footstep
Listen to the weeds and listen to you Listen to the flowing water sound
I can meet many times by visiting the seasons
Memories that overlap many times are always fond of
Saying sorrowfully in a sky that is dyed red madoka (Tamayura)
Wind that calmed for dusk I miss your smell
Let's move around and the season is like a kaleidoscope
I beg for asking how many months and months the unchanging heart
Dream sky Iris color (Ayame Iro) Until Tears (Kakureiyo) delivering thoughts
As you look up at the wait (Matsuyoi), your nostalgic smell
The dawning sky lights the color of the reddish (sometime) Mahoroba
Strong wind blowing Wind I wait for the smell of spring
fuente: musica.com