it is where the snow tree blossoms and makes silver palaces and white plains, it is where the morning fog is lost, br/>It's where I am.
It's where the dawn fades
with the rapid years
And it has the scent of flowers
And the grass that grows,< br/>where will I find the trace of the morning,
what will I do with
the time to come.
Sweet dream where is reality?
Sweet dream where is it reality?
happiness holds pain by the hand
and together they dance on tiptoe.
it is where the snow tree blossoms
and builds palaces silver
and white plains,
it's where the morning fog is lost,
it's where I am.

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