You say you want me to forget you, but how can I?
I can forget the beauty of peach blossoms, but I can't forget your face.
I can forget the crisp singing of the cuckoo in the forest, but I can't forget your voice.
I can forget the color of the earth, but I can't forget the look in your eyes when you stare at it.
I can forget your name in this life, but I can't forget the memory of when you came.
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An'an's ancient prose is very good.
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