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When did the moon go away when we were still sitting here?
When did our love go away when we were still here?
From the day our love left us like a small stream
Oh, those sweet river streams, they are our love
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets
The city is as beautiful as our life, as our love
How do you know?
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets

How many years have we lost our lives?
One million dead, our hair is like a pillow
The leaves are wet on this high mountain
Hundreds of years and we die every day
When did our love go away when we were still sitting here?
From the day our love left us like a small stream
Oh, those sweet river streams, they are our love
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets
The city is as beautiful as our life, as our love
Oh, those sweet river streams, they are our love
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets
Oh, those sweet river streams, they are our love
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets
Oh, those sweet river streams, they are our love
When we walk on our feet at night, looking at the streets