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Far across from your place , I keep waiting for your presence.
I wish the day to soon approach , When I will be at your embrace.
Seasons passed And so the festivals.
But my waiting for you still stagnant .
Somewhere between those busy days , When you wrote your presence to me, I danced along the wind , That gave me your fragrance .
But one day when the wind stopped giving me your fragrance, I guessed it got lost among the desserts. But little did I know that your fragrant got burned with your body,
When you forgot yourself in the name of your country, And sacrificed your soul and your body .
