Baby, why this summer so quiet ?
Whenever the birds sing so many sad songs,
Here I am struck by dreams,
Hope my hand reach for love in your heart,
Where I can feel the air so cold inside,
And where the wind seems to take my soul away,
I can't find anymore except stories in the sky,
Tears of lover that spilled out in the mist of love,
Baby, the moment of finding you in a cold air,
Seems only fear that surround me near,
And let this love will stand up forever.
The Moment of Finding You In a Cold Air
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