In the season where flowers wither in the wisping wind
I can still feel the touch of your hand
At that time, I couldn't deeply understand
Even then, the flowers were still beautiful
Oh~ your fragrance carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one
The sea on that day, calm and gentle
I can still feel your hand grabbing mine
In the shattering warmth of the sun, you and me
To cool my chest, I dreamed
Oh~ the song that day, carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, that passing day, just you and me
Your voice, your eyes
The warmth of your body
The more I recollect, the farther it escapes
Scattering, I can't cling on
In the season where flowers wither in the wisping wind
I can still feel the touch of your hand
At that time, I couldn't deeply understand
Even then, the flowers were still beautiful
Oh~ your fragrance carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one
Oh~ the song that day, carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, that passing day, just you and me
Oh~
Oh~
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one.
Twenty-five, twenty-one
Jack Spilman
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Perş, 06/02/2025 - 17:37
Jack Spilman