Years rarely silent autumn wind tired of wandering
The setting sun is hanging on the wall and reluctant to leave me
In the past, the words in the ears of the Iraqis have flowed eastward with the tide
Looking back, the past is falling with the maple leaves
Love has come to an end, hate also give up commitment
Fate admits too many humorous ideas, I can't help it
High flying, a bit worried, confidant hard to meet a few people stay
When I look back, I hear the laughter and I am drunk in my dream
Laughing and sighing at the poverty of words
The sword is blunt, the blade is lack of grace, the righteousness is broken, the dream is broken
No one understands the footprints
I've been looking forward to it for many years
I can't see through the red world
Self mocking ink, thousands of feelings, thousands of grievances have been worried
The end of the song
Candlelight and the sun
When tears are dry and blood is hidden
The snow is flying in the air
Laughing and sighing at the poverty of words
The sword is blunt, the blade is lack of grace, the righteousness is broken, the dream is broken
No one understands the footprints
I've been looking forward to it for many years
I can't see through the red world
Self mocking ink, thousands of feelings, thousands of grievances have been worried
The end of the song
Candlelight and the sun
When tears are dry and blood is hidden
The snow is flying in the air
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