Depression

Lyrics
Turned to jade are the boy's rosy cheeks; To his sick temples the frost of winter clings Do not wonder that my body sinks to decay; Though my limbs are old, my heart is older yet
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Credits
- Writers
- Benjamin Britten
- 白居易 (Bai Juyi)
- Arthur Waley