How early in the morning
How many dusk
An old love
Always on my mind
What a wonderful time
Beautiful scenery
It's like a spring dream
Disappear without trace
The warmth you give me is cold
The path of complaint is full of flowers
Fiddle with the strings alone
There was a lump in my throat
Just think of you
Love and hate
Your heart is my heart
It doesn't resonate
Deep love
Deep in my heart
The warmth you give me is cold
The path of complaint is full of flowers
Fiddle with the strings alone
There was a lump in my throat
Just think of you
Love and hate
Your heart is my heart
It doesn't resonate
Deep love
Deep in my heart
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