How many nights must passed through before I can feel your warmth
So long, so long
How many people must walked by till we meet again
How many winters must I survive till I can feel your warmth
So long, so long
Mistletoes turn green, Maples turn red.
Mountains away, Oceans apart.
I will be brave,
You will be all right.
So long, so long
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