How long is a dream, when the moonlight dims the night. The fragrance of childhood flowers drifted in the wind and drifted somewhere. How to look up to a city is their never-ending battle. When the fallen leaves pass by, my face and scenery will open up hope in my destiny. When the seasons change my clothes, when the years grow up with me. The ignorant thoughts of my youth are floating in my heart. When history changes the palace, who am I still dressing up for? When dreams bloom gloriously, let's watch our mountains rise and our waters grow.
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