That pigeon
That gray pigeon
On my beautiful house
rock
Her gray appearance
A basket full of joy
On the swing in the orchard.
rock
That gray pigeon
From the golden corn field
Fly towards me
Waving in the hands of windmills
Waving in the scarecrow's face
That's always waiting for me
Waiting for my bones to grow back.
Grey elf
On the cold bridge
On the roadside in the village
Stroll sadly
Walking on the sad steps
Like a gray lead
Floating in the air
rock
That pigeon
That gray pigeon
Standing on my beautiful house
Her gray face.
Let me know.
Many people are getting old.
(Many people will be reborn)
Her gray face.
Reminds me of many years ago.
A gray shadow
A gray mind
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