The Finale    The trial was covered with the fallen leaves It's the road we used to walk The sky was cover with the heavy clouds Much much heavier than the rocks.. Drops of water from the branches It's the trail of the tender rain with all the loveliest love I have Guess I have nothing to complain Little old winding trail Does he still remember me? Little sweet wild flowers.. How is my live going to be Seeing the old trail covered with the leaves Can I walk through to you again.. Without your love, my sweet dearest How can I end up all this pain..??

 

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