Let the aroma1 of need
waft2 across the river to New Jersey3：
all the snow and hills，
a sky that moves and moves.
I saw a rose in the clouds，
I saw happiness on fire.
by Pablo Medina
Let the aroma1 of need
waft2 across the river to New Jersey3：
all the snow and hills，
a sky that moves and moves.
I saw a rose in the clouds，
I saw happiness on fire.