Red berries bloom by the river
I love having a teenager
But I can't tell him
I can't say what I'm full of
I can't say what I'm full of
He doesn't know anything about it
The girl is worried about him every day
The cranberry flowers by the river have withered
The girl's missing didn't decrease at all
The girl's missing didn't decrease at all
Music
The miss of the girl is growing every day
I'm a girl. How can I tell him
I don't have the courage to say that I am at a loss
Let our sweetheart guess for himself
Let our sweetheart guess for himself
Music
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah
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