Every time the road leads to Flagstaff, My mind strolls up in the Heaven
All the flowers rejoice with trembling in my Garden
And this time was no exception
Every time in a new attire to embrace the natural beauty
Sometimes in a snow white, sometimes in a patchy snow
Sometimes attracts my butterfly, while sometimes makes my angel smile
Every time my comrade is just the cherry on the Sundae
Sometimes with a special feeling, Sometimes with a Heavenly one
Sometimes takes away my breath, while sometimes a sweet taste of liberty!
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