Leaves......
The Clouds Are Thundering, My Heart Becomes Afraid..
A Drop Of Water Sometimes Flows From My Eyes....
When I Spread Your Bag, All The Dry Leaves Come...
When You Touch Me, My Dry Branch Becomes Green..
The Body That You Touched, I Am Hiding That Body...
The Mind That You Saw With Your Eyes, Who Do I Show That To?....
Oh My Moon, Your Moonlight Burns My Body..........
You Are Up On A High Balcony; I Have Cut Off My Wings.......
The Clouds Are Thundering, My Heart Becomes Afraid........
A Drop Of Water Sometimes Flows From My Eyes........
My Heart Is Gasping, It Shivers In Fear.......
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