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In a book, in a painting, on a stone The ten fingers are like orchids blooming in my heart The hook is as soft as the moon, as white as jade, and as thin as a stalk. Lovely style with stunning eyes The orchids point to the cold west wind last night Go up to a tall building alone and see the end of the world road Orchid pointed one finger at a time, and the belt gradually became wider. For you, I see through the worldly dream In a book, in a painting, on a stone The ten fingers are like orchids blooming in my heart The hook is as soft as the moon, as white as jade, and as thin as a jade. Lovely style with stunning eyes The orchid finger pointed again and again to find him a thousand times Suddenly, when I look back, the street lights are dim Orchid pointed and flicked her fingers. Following the direction the orchid points to, do you see eternity? Upturned and downturned for thousands of years The front is tilted and the back is tilted like a picturesque landscape The left and the right are curled up to reveal the beauty of my confidant