Lekki i czarujący walc Renaty i Konrada ｜ Willow ｜ Młodzi Tańczą

Down by the water, under the willow, sits a long ranger, minding the willow. He and his wife once lived happily, planted a seed that grew through the reeds. Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, sat by the water, close to the embers, missing out the lives that they once had before. I would leave you, I would hold you, when the last day comes. What if you need me, won't you hold me, on the last day, our last day? Mr. and Mrs. dreamed of a willow, carving their names into their willow. If he had spoken, love would return, spoken inside, too soft to be heard. Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, sat by the water, remembering embers, missing out the lives that they once had before. I would leave you, I would hold you, when the last day comes. What if you need me, won't you hold me, on the last day, our last day? Somewhere, the time and year will come together, when the sky starts turning to sunny Decembers. Love wills, we'll be able.