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Isn't it quiet and cold Walking all alone, alone? Happened, I missed the bus And found I had to walk alone What was that? Only me, hear the echo of my
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Translation: Giant Gentle. Isn't It Quiet And Cold?.
Translation: Giant Gentle. Isnt It Quiet And Cold Walking All Alone, Alone?.
Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone? Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone. What was that? Only me. Hear the echo of
