The Old Pavilion, the Place Where We dock

The Old Pavilion, the Place Where We Dock

Do you remember?

'bout the morning dew which is not unpretentious

Adoring us before the moon do

And caressing us slowly

At this dusk, I am talking to the swan that is on the river. The sun flowers that bloom in every morning, now they blooms every second.

My boat is not fast

'cause I don't waste the time fastly

I wanna be with you as long as we can

To let this feeling blooms now and after

Our goals are same

Towarding that place

A beautiful place, a quiet place

So baby, this pavilion becomes a silent witness

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