The cry of rain without you, the fairy June has filled the flowers in the flower, your place is empty in the house, the swallow sings a poem, when the sound of your footsteps twists , the secluded alley of the city is called, the scent of agate is released in the mind of the wanderer at night, like the roaming air, the fairy of June, your flower is not full, stay forever , forever, the city of silence is filled with your smell, the smell of the smell of autumn
homesickness, your memories are like the flight of a yellow leaf from the branch of sadness .Look, Fairy Jun Glaro, picking a bird in love, my heart beats with blood, when I see a man on the verge of crying,
in the alley of the garden, the memory of a man roams with a tired body, what a bitter wait, staying behind the door that is always closed, when the sound of your feet twists , the secluded alley of the city sounds, the scent of agate is released in the mind of the wanderer, like the air of roaming, the fairy June of your flower is not full, stay until it lasts forever, so that the city of silence will always be filled with your smell.The smell of autumn nostalgia Your memories are like the flight of a yellow leaf from the branch of sadness Motivate me to see Fairy June Glaro Picking a bird in love Beating with blood When I see a man reaching the border of crying Fairy June Breaking the wings of our voice Breaking our flying feather badly Tying our feather Closing our flight badly
