I was that white snow on the top of the high mountain, I melted, became clear water, now let my angel watch himself in the water.💔

What is the use of favorite jewelry, gold, unless there is a rejoicing soul?woe, I died at the height of your heart, who will read this orphan fairy now?,💔

the jewelery i hide, my dress that i wait with joy, is old, should every waiting end like this?Come one morning to the temple of love, I am ready to dedicate my body for that divine love,💔

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