Klavier Hua
As a stranger I arrived, As a stranger again I leave.
May was kind to me With many bunches of flowers.
The girl spoke of love, Her mother even of marriage, - Now the world is bleak, The path covered by snow.
As a stranger I arrived, As a stranger again I leave.
May was kind to me With many bunches of flowers.
The girl spoke of love, Her mother even of marriage, - Now the world is bleak, The path covered by snow.