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Just a moment ago,
there was a moment...
Let me sleep, either, for a single night
Let me sleep, or, for whole my life...
Despite summoning of sky kissing mansion
Why not it may be the fairy of paradise...
When I was small
You came a long way...
When I was small
You came a long way...
Mother, as the years pass by,
And that wicked senility slowly takes over you...
Staring at the countenance of nature, my eyes told...
Despite summoning of sky kissing mansion
Why not it may be the fairy of paradise...
The sun sets and rises in the next morn
With the bright rays in the fresh dawn...