As evening fell,
A maiden stood
At the edge of a wood.
In her hands lay the reins
Of a stallion.
And ne\'er I\'d seen a girl as fair,
Heard a gentler voice anywhere.
Whispered, "Alas..."
She belonged, belonged to another.
Another forever.
Yes, she belonged to
The twilight and mist
.
Su holding the reins in my hand, my heart is like hitting a deer.
He sighed softly and breathed softly all over the place.
Beautiful women are not available, but their hearts belong.
Where does the heart belong? Twilight and mist.
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