又見炊煙

I'm going to sing a song for you. The sun is setting, the flowers are withering. Although the words are beautiful, you are the only one in my heart. The wind is blowing, the smoke is rising. It makes me cry. I wish you could turn into a rainbow and fly into my dream. The sun is setting, the flowers are withering. Although the words are beautiful, you are the only one in my heart. The sun is setting, the flowers are withering. Although the words are beautiful, you are the only one in my heart. Although the words are beautiful, you are the only one in my heart.