July sycamore rain, the rain hurts my heart
After dusk and midnight, there is no one to rely on
Can this love be expected? You know your own heart
The goshawk roars and the maple leaves fall
It's me, intoxicated and lost in your vows
It's me, crying and smiling in your lies
It's... Who... Left your scent beside me...
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Well, I went to Baidu specifically and found out that the sound of a fox is ouch ouch ouch (wrong focus)
Well, I went to Baidu specifically and found out that the sound of a fox is ouch ouch ouch (wrong focus)