When the wind knocked my door,
I opened it with smile
He met me to picked me up
We went to a 'nicest' place
There, we met our love
We were laugh, sing, play, and having a day together
I hear it, it sound vague
Our song, on weeding sound
I got it blind, your smile
Like our first met
A boy with his smile
Laughed and a lot of happiness there, my boy
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