The young man was listening to the rain in the attic, and the tent was dimly lit by red candles.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, let the beautiful lady stir up three thousand wind and rain.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.
Let you be free just so that I can no longer let my heart break and shed tears until dawn.
I will always smile at you, so
please don't cry anymore
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