I look at her, and I smile
It's autumn again
With sweet sun rays,
I wonder if I'm sorry
He wounded a flower.
I look at her, and I smile
And I say I do not care,
That, if he wiles,
A beautiful flower.
It's autumn again
With sweet sun rays,
I wonder if I'm sorry
He wounded a flower.
I look at her, and I smile
And I say I do not care,
That, if he wiles,
A beautiful flower.
nice, upvoted