Promis-short.ver-


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The spring wind is blowing at this place do you remember?
The day that I started walking with you I remember...

I retrace before you go forth. I don not forget the feeling that reach for you.
The place is our precious at long last foever -memory-
Under the precious tree.

The spring wind is blowing at this place do you remember?
The day that I started walking with you I remember......