In my eyes all is handsome,All fresh, all spotless, blue sky, darkgreen wood Liberal moonlight, soft flower-every thing like me.They only smile, only sing, wish to die after a sportive game-knows no pain, knows no crying, above all kinds of agony. Flowers laugh while they get shed, moonlight smilingly disappears,In the sea of light the star, all smiles, does his form abandon.The joyous song of a happy heart will feed your mind with solace.If everyday you cry, why not laugh for a single day-Forget all sadness for at least a day, let all of us sing together.
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