On the wings of night
moon sails to fell cherry blossom,
I will pick for you.
Pink roses on tomb.
Someone makes a pledge.
Will come alone.
Will not forget you
standing under bo tree
waiting for Buddha.
Satish Verma
moon sails to fell cherry blossom,
I will pick for you.
Pink roses on tomb.
Someone makes a pledge.
Will come alone.
Will not forget you
standing under bo tree
waiting for Buddha.
Satish Verma
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