Home of the old times
Take me to the home of the old times
and never get me out of there ;
cause together , with the memories
i can feel the silence
and the artistic wind can blow through my hair.
So ,
I'm waiting for you , Mr. Fate
to follow you ,
laugh and cry
for the souvenirs .
And for your blue lady ,
I'll pray a fairy to sprinkle
bunches of flowers
and then , all our hearts
will be filled only with love ..
...my home of the old times
will have a sweet fragrance
of Forget-Me-Not fairies .
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