The Old Pavilion, the Place Where We dock

The Old Pavilion, the Place Where We Dock

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Do you remember?

'bout the morning dew which is not unpretentious

Adoring us before the moon do

And caressing us slowly

At this dusk, I am talking to the swan that is on the river. The sun flowers that bloom in every morning, now they blooms every second.

My boat is not fast

'cause I don't waste the time fastly

I wanna be with you as long as we can

To let this feeling blooms now and after

Our goals are same

Towarding that place

A beautiful place, a quiet place

So baby, this pavilion becomes a silent witness

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