Who is flying kites by the river?
Who is reading the slips by the river?
The broken red line by the Xiangjiang River
It's the unfinished fate between you and me five hundred years ago
In front of the window, neon lights up the eyes
In front of the window, there is traffic and dust
In front of the red window, the past is reflected
The plot of Lang riding a bamboo horse around the bed to make green plums
I just want to hold your hand
Pan Xiangjiang River Yuanyang boat
like your tenderness
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