On the other side of the mountain the river runs through the field
Do you see it on the other side of the mountain
On the other side of the mountain, the setting sun across the golden wheat field
There is a wide and long way to the sea at sunset
The city belongs to its own world
Do you see their performance for whom
On the other side of the mountain, at every busy time
On the other side of the mountain whose eyes do you smile into
When time goes by, when yesterday passed
How many faces have faded with the night
Time goes by when yesterday goes by
How many faces have faded with the night
When time goes by, when yesterday passed
How many faces have faded with the night
Time goes by when yesterday goes by
How many faces have faded with the night
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