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
But there was no postman
When the snow melts
When the spring breeze comes from the grassland
Kirkhadara has changed, too
Girls will come to accompany me
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Girls will come to accompany me
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Girls will come to accompany me
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