Whistles of the heart (Suskeraharu)
I see the rivers ripple with your image
I see your love in the moonlight too
I see the rivers ripple with your image
I see your love in the moonlight too
In the jasmine garden, you whisper secretly
the flowers — they fall — in whistling melody
Anywhere and everywhere I go, you appear
to meet you — would be — life’s elixir
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