April come she will
when streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May,she will stay
resting im my arms again
June,she'll change her tune,
inrestless walks she'll prowl the night
July,she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August,die she must
The autumer winds blow chilly and cold
September i'll remember
A love once new has now grown old
Tiên Khùng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
