When space condenses, life escapes here.
When the sun and moon remain unchanged, the aurora flashes here.
When we meet, all the joys and sorrows repeat themselves.
All the joys and sorrows are buried under the ice,
All the good memories are deep in my mind.
Leaving is to meet again,
To give up is to have something again.
No need for sorrow, no need for pain,
I'm with you.
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