Whose voice did I hear coming from
Like the sobbing river in the dream
I see whose steps are going away
Cover the sad eyes when saying goodbye
What I don't understand is why you are willing
Let the wind and dust shape your appearance
Like a world that has long forgotten its love
I once had your name and my voice
That sad song will always wake you up in your dreams
Tell some sad past events
The one who turned around seemingly nonchalantly
It's the bleak shadow after drying the tears
What I don't understand is why the world
I can never dissolve your appearance
Is it too late? The origin of tomorrow
Thank you for your smile, my mood
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You remain unchanged, standing in the vast world
Smart kid with fragile lantern
You are so cool and unrestrained, you turn all your worries into dust.
Lonely child, you are the grace of creation