I saw a dream
About the morning dew
On the petals of roses
That you planted under my window.
I woke up
And it turned out
That I fell asleep
Leaning on the windowsill,
Watching the sunset
Shedding tears
Yearning for you.
It's an early spring morning
The sun is soon rising...
The rose bushes aren't coated
Even in green,
To say nothing about the bloom.
But where is a dawn,
There is hope.
There is hope
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