A beautiful picture paints a thousand words mutely;

a sounding song tells a charming story melodicly.

What're you thinking about while reading this below? (Don't lose your mind~)

 

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spining step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the mikly twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparking
So kiss me

 

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon it's hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the mikly twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparking
So kiss me

 

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