The sky I saw last night,
The ripples on his face
Has washed so many sad memories.
in the stove
The intention of the fire,
Her breath
must be very sweet.
How do I know?
She is tickling the pot so tenderly
And the stew is cooking so well.
Whatever comes your path
whatever leaves you,
Be the song on your lips, my friend.
I can tell,
Everyone is in love
With everyone
Right now.
The ripples on his face
Has washed so many sad memories.
in the stove
The intention of the fire,
Her breath
must be very sweet.
How do I know?
She is tickling the pot so tenderly
And the stew is cooking so well.
Whatever comes your path
whatever leaves you,
Be the song on your lips, my friend.
I can tell,
Everyone is in love
With everyone
Right now.
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