At this silent evening and under moonlight,
I give my precious heart,
Whenever souls expect to the light,
Whether they are lie or not,
I am who was gave my love,
Even though my life underneath the tears of love,
Will the spring come at this time ?
Where the birds sing for the sunshine,
Fly away , and follow the sun !
Until we reach the east horizon.
Tears of Love
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