Drops of dew in the morning tossed the chill of the night.
While the General gallantly mounted his favorite horse.
Then, is your black hair still left?
When the time has come, all fall and turn white.
Drops of dew in the morning tossed the chill of the night.
While the General gallantly mounted his favorite horse.
Then, is your black hair still left?
When the time has come, all fall and turn white.