She captivates the country and the city, meeting the right person in the wrong world.
You and I sit by the lamp
I bowed my head and was speechless, your brows were furrowed
Good flowers, good moon, good nights, he does not belong to you nor to me.
With tens of thousands of worries, only love remains silent
I want to tell Deng'er that Deng'er doesn't understand me
Good flowers, good moon, good night, such a wasted time, my tears fell quietly
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