The tales of those old days,
Can we ever forget, alas, those eyes in eyes?
Even here, the forest whispers are revered.
The tales of those old days,
Can we ever forget, alas, those eyes in eyes?
Even here, the forest whispers are revered.
And once more, O friend, merge within my soul,
Come, speak of joy and sorrow, let hearts be moved.
And once more, O friend, merge within my soul,
Come, speak of joy and sorrow, let hearts be moved.
The tales of those old days,
Can we ever forget, alas, those eyes in eyes?
Even here, the forest whispers are revered.
We gathered flowers in the dawn, swung on swings,
Played the flute, sang songs, vanished like a dream.
We gathered flowers in the dawn, swung on swings,
Played the flute, sang songs, vanished like a dream.
Alas, who knows where, in between, we were parted?
If we meet again, O friend, merge within my soul.
The tales of those old days,
Can we ever forget, alas, those eyes in eyes?
Even here, the forest whispers are revered.
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