慕情

恋は美し 咲きそめた 四月のバラに似て
朝もや匂う丘の上に 口づけかわした日
想い出の丘に ただひとり登れば
ありし日の君が 面影の浮かびくる
あわれ わがさだめよ

Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living.
The golden crown that makes a man a king.
Once on a high and windy hill,
In the morning mist two lovers kissed
And the world stood still,
Then your fingers touched my silent heart
And taught it how to sing,
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.
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