I can't even see it, and I cry like rain.
Looking beyond reach, I stood there and cried.
I can't even hope to reach it, but it really works my heart.
The twist of fate. The flowers bloom in the pond. The autumn swallows fly south.
In the enchanting red, I want to tell you that I can understand your words.
I spent ten years of waiting just to get you a moment of relief.
From love comes sorrow, from sorrow comes fear; if you are separated from love, why worry and fear?
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