In Qingdu City, there is a red wooden door
There is a cyan plaque with ink writing
There is a small stall selling candied haws on a stick
A gatehouse with a light show
There is a Zui Feng Tower where Miss Yan Hong is sitting.
There is a tailor shop that no one cares about
There is a pastry shop that is not doing very well
There are also my most important people there
We can live there safely
A curve on the lips that lasts forever
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