Sand Yang Nora -- To a Japanese lady
The tenderness of the bowling at bestlike a lotus flower who is shy to face the cool wind.
Holding a cherish,
Holding a cherish,
The cherish bears sweet sadness,
Bye!
Sand Yang Nora -- To a Japanese lady
The tenderness of the bowling at bestlike a lotus flower who is shy to face the cool wind.
Holding a cherish,
Holding a cherish,
The cherish bears sweet sadness,
Bye!