The Night
On the bank of blue sea standing alone in a plateau I feel the breeze of heaven Oh night, you come from the First cause You come, as I imagine. I think of my past The golden past, I have lost Oh night, you come from the First Cause You come, as the dream of my lost childhood. I hear the crying of the blue sea I feel the grasses and trees are singing I see the moon is shining Oh night, you come from the First Cause You vision me to see the aurora on the mountain.
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