Sunday is gloomy,my hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
little white flowers will never awaken you
not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
angels have no thougt of ever returning you
would they be angry if I though of joining you
gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I have decided to end it all
soon they'll be flowers and prayers that are said I know
let them not weep , let them know that I am glad to gp
death is no dream , for in death I'm caressing you
with the last breath of my soul ,I will be blessing you
gloomy Sunday
dreaming , I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart , dear.
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願作一羽飛鴻，能否？
能否
就以一羽飛鴻的姿態
與君相從
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