The lights of the bamboo forest, the deserts I have visited, the country of seven colors, are constantly flowing in the wind
There is a mysterious gray vortex that sucks me into the fog
Invisible hands, a flower conveys the tenderness of someone passing by
Traveling through thousands of years of pain, just for one result
The outline you left guides me, I am not lonely in the dark night
The sorrow that has traveled through thousands of years is you waiting for me at the end
The most beautiful touch will be worth waiting for for a lifetime
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