When the wind blows
From each person's sky, from each person's land come back and fly across the sky until we meet maybe just the wind that led us to meet Let us love each other and let me force my goodbyes maybe because of love past with the wind Passing by, only a faint glimmer of admiration, and then it fades keep memories keep in the heart alone When love leaves with the wind when it's love inexpressible keep it Keep it, can't let you know when the wind blows Can you pass me by? I want those good days to come back When the wind turns that she will come back to Waiting for the time when the wind of love will blow again when it's love inexpressible keep it Keep it, can't let you know when the wind blows Can you pass me by? I want those good days to come back When the wind turns that she will come back to Waiting for the time when the wind of love will blow again 《J》
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