The poem describing France is urgent! ! ! !

Milla po bridge

Aponell

The Seine River flows under the Mirabaud Bridge.

Our love

Do you remember?

Happiness always comes after past pains.

When night comes, listen to the bell ring.

Time has passed, and I am still here.

We're just face to face.

Hand in hand

Shine under a bridge built with weapons

With endless tired eyes.

When night comes, listen to the bell ring.

Time has passed, and I am still here.

Love goes by like running water.

Love dies.

How slow life is.

And how strong the hope is.

When night comes, listen to the bell ring.

Time has passed, and I am still here.

How many days and weeks have passed?

days gone by

Love will never come back

The Seine River flows under the Mirabaud Bridge.

When night comes, listen to the bell ring.

Time has passed, and I am still here.