There is a girl standing on the edge of the cliff
She leaned against the boulder, and her tears fell drop by drop into the vast sea under the cliff...
The sky is so dark, and the color of her hair is like the lost sky...
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Quietly, where are you?
Where is our love? From whose arms to where?
Where are you now? I miss you gently.
Has been lost
How about redeeming it again. . . .