I wish I were a cold wind blowing in January's end
That enters a spring April afternoon
Towards the world's most beautiful rose I drift
Hoping to end my journey by gently touching her rosy cheeks
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I wish I were a cold wind blowing in January's end
That enters a spring April afternoon
Towards the world's most beautiful rose I drift
Hoping to end my journey by gently touching her rosy cheeks