How quiet the beautiful night is
Only the sound of my piano is left on the grassland
I want to write a letter to a girl far away
It's a pity that there is no postman
When the snow melts
Wait until the spring breeze comes from the grassland
Kirkhadara changed her face
Girls will come to accompany me
Come on, come on, come on~
Come on, come on, come on, come on~
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