Autumn of dandelion
If it's OK, I'm willing to stay where I am
I'd like to accompany you till the end of the year
If not, I would like to turn into catkins
Willing to follow you, floating to the sky
Traces of love, missed flowering
When everything grows old with autumn
Dandelions are blown down by the wind
My world has become blue
Dandelions are blown up by the wind
I hear a sigh of time
Perhaps miss you, like the scenery miss the four seasons
Can not retain, all beautiful
Maybe leaving you is like life leaving the land
Why mention it again
Traces of love, missed flowering
When everything grows old with autumn
Dandelions are blown down by the wind
My world has become blue
Dandelions are blown up by the wind
I hear a sigh of time
Stay where you are
I'd like to accompany you till the end of the year
It turns into flying catkins
Willing to follow you, floating to the sky
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