Looking through the window
A yellow chrysanthemum stands there
Even when I can see nothing
A yellow chrysanthemum stands there
No lies, no cries, and no sorrow
She’s just been telling her stories
Full of delight in the frosty night
She’s just been telling her stories
Tell me your stories
Tell me
Tell them to me
Tell me
Tell me your stories
Tell me
Tell them to me
Tell me
Tell me your stories
Tell me
Tell them to me
Tell me
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