Useless blue sky
Moon is the most Beautiful
Not Useless blue sky
The banks of the river
Has been not changed
That we met together those days
I hear always
The meaning of the love
That we talked together
Some times I cry
Where are you my pal
Bees taking the honey
From the flowers
And leave the flower
You did as same as
Bees did to the flower
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