The confrontation between good and evil makes you go away,
When we meet again, I can no longer recognize your vicissitudes of face!
The heartbeat that cannot be concealed hints at the past that cannot be remembered,
Ask from your heart, who are you?
Those eyes that were filled with tears but never shed them,
Such a familiar and hazy water mist that cannot be opened!
Is it an ancient call, or a lingering excitement?
I'm drunk too...
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