Straightening his posture, he (unnecessarily) clears his throat before taking a deep breath and singing,
Spring is my favoured season It ‘minds me of my love Who’d come running to kiss me With sakura in her hair I pressed those petals to ‘mind me How she soft pressed ‘gainst my lips I shall return home next season And see hydrangea in her hair
Summer is my favoured season It ‘minds me of my love Who’d come running to kiss me With hydrangea in her hair I pressed those petals to ‘mind me How she deep pressed ‘gainst my lips I shall return home next season And see chrysanthemum in her hair
Autumn is my favoured season It ‘minds me of my love Who’d come running to kiss me With chrysanthemum in her hair I pressed those petals to ‘mind me How she long pressed ‘gainst my lips I shall return home next season And see camellia in her hair
Winter is my favoured season It ‘minds me of my love Who’d come running to kiss me With camellia in her hair I pressed those petals to ‘mind me How she tender pressed ‘gainst my lips I shall return home next season And see sakura in her hair
Ah, perhaps it's because he's sung it for two others in Chroma, but even he can think that he sung it well this time. Which is good, because it would be terribly embarrassing to falter in front of someone who is clearly a musician.
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Straightening his posture, he (unnecessarily) clears his throat before taking a deep breath and singing,
Spring is my favoured season
It ‘minds me of my love
Who’d come running to kiss me
With sakura in her hair
I pressed those petals to ‘mind me
How she soft pressed ‘gainst my lips
I shall return home next season
And see hydrangea in her hair
Summer is my favoured season
It ‘minds me of my love
Who’d come running to kiss me
With hydrangea in her hair
I pressed those petals to ‘mind me
How she deep pressed ‘gainst my lips
I shall return home next season
And see chrysanthemum in her hair
Autumn is my favoured season
It ‘minds me of my love
Who’d come running to kiss me
With chrysanthemum in her hair
I pressed those petals to ‘mind me
How she long pressed ‘gainst my lips
I shall return home next season
And see camellia in her hair
Winter is my favoured season
It ‘minds me of my love
Who’d come running to kiss me
With camellia in her hair
I pressed those petals to ‘mind me
How she tender pressed ‘gainst my lips
I shall return home next season
And see sakura in her hair
Ah, perhaps it's because he's sung it for two others in Chroma, but even he can think that he sung it well this time. Which is good, because it would be terribly embarrassing to falter in front of someone who is clearly a musician.