Spanish version (original)/?
This is his third album.
This is the third time that I have written this book.
"This is a star, a Tiritan, an Azulus, an Astro Boy and a Lehose."
The lyrics and songs of this song.
This is the third time that I have written this book.
Hello, you are my friend.
In the evening, we went to Blazouez.
Good things are always endless.
Ella May Quezon, a girl you like.
I don't know what to do.
This is the third time that I have written this book.
I don't know. I'm Hera Perdido.
I am here, I am here.
You can also compare Alma to a rock singer.
The important thing is that my love is not guarded.
There are no stars and no moon.
Me too. ?
A happy song. ? A lo lejos.
My mother is not satisfied with this.
Just like I was in Milada in the bus.
I'm sorry, she's not in.
This mistake is also wrong.
No, no, you didn't.
You don't know, I know, but you know.
I saw your car from the bus.
De otero. Otero, Sellard. Just like my friends.
Hello, hello. So endless.
You don't know, but you know.
This is love, this is life.
Because tonight we went to Blazouez. My mother is not satisfied with this.
The sea will always be my home,
This is the last song of Sean Ross.
English version/?
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
For example, write "The night is broken and the blue star is trembling in the distance."
The night wind is spinning and singing in the sky.
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
I love her, and sometimes she loves me.
I held her in my arms on such a night.
I kissed her again and again under the boundless sky.
She loves me, and sometimes I love her.
How can people not love her big quiet eyes?
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
Thinking that I don't have her, I feel that I have lost her.
Listen to the endless night, it will be more endless without her.
Poetry falls into the soul as dew falls into the pasture.
What does it matter if my love can't keep her?
The night is falling, and she is not with me.
That's all. ?
Someone is singing in the distance. ? In the distance.
My soul is not content to lose her.
My eyes searched for her, as if to walk towards her.
My heart is looking for her, and she is not with me.
At that time, we were no longer the same.
On the same night, the same tree turned white.
I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but how much I love her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another one is,? She will be another one. Just like my previous kiss.
Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes.
I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but maybe I love her.
Life is so short, but forgetting is so long.
Because on such a night, I held her in my arms.
My soul is not content to lose her.
Although this is the last pain she made me suffer.
This is the last poem I wrote for her.
Chinese version/
Tonight, I can write the saddest poem.
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
For example, write "the night is falling, and the blue star is trembling in the distance."
The evening wind whirled in the air.
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
I love her, and sometimes she loves me.
How many nights I held her in my arms.
Kiss her again and again under the eternal sky.
She loves me, and sometimes I love her.
How can I not love her quiet eyes?
I can write the saddest poem tonight.
The thought of not having her, the thought of losing her.
Listen to the vast night, because she is not here and it is wider.
Poetry falls on the soul as dew falls on the grassland.
What does it matter if my love can't keep her?
The night was falling, and she left me.
Now it's all over.
In the distance, someone is singing, in the distance.
I am so unwilling.
My eyes searched for her and walked towards her.
My heart is looking for her, but she is far away from me.
The same night bleached the same tree.
The old America no longer exists.
I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but how much I love her.
My voice tried to touch her hearing through the wind.
If it's someone else's, she'll be someone else's, just like I used to kiss.
Her voice, her white body and her bright eyes.
I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but I may still love her.
Love is so short. Forgetting, so long.
How many nights I held her in my arms.
Losing her hurt my soul.
This is the last time she made me suffer.
These are the last poems I wrote for her.
-The end-
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