The mountains are misty, the clouds are misty, and the wind and rain from all directions have stopped tonight;
Love is vague, hatred is vague, and the world is just a dream.
The waves of the river are roaring, the beacon smoke is waving, and I am excited to have a glass of wine and play the harp and flute;
The world smiles, people are lonely, who will leave their strong feelings to the evening light?
Mu'Adai, I will miss you.
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