Say something; why do you have seals on your lips?
Standing quiet and calm like the Luna of the night
Fatigued by overwork on her vast field trips,
Say something; why do you have seals on your lips?
You have roots in such pure soil.
'Nah, huh, no regret, no, please!
It's melancholic, I behold a shower in your eyes,
Streaming down by your fair face, so bright
You've grown up in a landscape of glories,
Say something, why do you have seals on your lips?
Young lady of excellence, laugh and pour rire
Not to hide behind, but brush up your inner beauty,
An hour daily, let me say, we are all on the crossfire,
Say something; why do you have seals on your lips?
Music is not for sorrow, why do you listen to sad music?
And so, since sorrow is the sister of joy, they can't be apart,
Say something; why do you have seals on your lips.
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