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Your sweet smell, will never die in my memories

Touch your hands on my face, and say ... say...

No more like hurt my heart, so soothe your

The sun warms my body.

And I will not tear my gaze

The chant of the winter winds

They are the witnesses of my pain

Don't look in my eyes.

Not with these shallow feelings

Not with this indifferent attitude

When your heart is able to feel this heat

So, hold my hand again.