A piano on my street...
Children playing outside...
A Sunday, and the sun
Shining golden with joy...
My sorrow that makes me
Love all that's indefinite...
Through I had little in life,
it pains me to have lost it.
But my life already
runs deep in changes...
A piano I miss hearing,
those children I miss being !
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