The last angel

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The tears wet my face, you still touch the chords. Who will mourn for this spring? the cuckoos speak the love words. Love or hatred,i just want you bloom or wither,my roses blue always wait for you in the endless evening. i wanna be the last angel who guards you, Your beauty i first met in the rose forest. The love rose like the incense Buddhist, you didn't know why i sing the little serenade. All for one,l fall for you, Nothing i care but your sweet whispering. Roses fell like the rain, whose eyes were wet by it? Wind blew like the whine, whose dream was awakened? when everything turns disillusion, i still stealthily have a crush on you. like the butterfly flits over your garden, without any sound,i just fall for you.