The Ash Secretly I blame him As if that word scolded me all day And the whistling wind is louder than your voice I was silent for quite a while Because maybe, once again my fault If it becomes embers in the heart Let the rain today as my apology Even if I'm just a pile of ashes Let it drift away without coming back Then the October flower only dares to look down When the end of longing drowns the Ash Then I heard you sing
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