The autumn wind whispers its sorrow like water
Look closely at the stars in the sky
The autumn water is far away, the acacia is far away
How many flowers bloom and fall? When will lovers meet
Heaven and earth are embarrassed for the coming Spring Festival
Show me bamboo and plum Festival, let me pass the winter of ice and snow
The autumn wind is still whispering, like water and sorrow
Since ancient times, the word "love" is the most bitter, and the person is temporarily a lonely flying goose in the sky
The autumn wind whispers its sorrow like water
Look closely at the stars in the sky
The autumn water is far away, the acacia is far away
How many flowers bloom and fall? When will lovers meet
Heaven and earth are embarrassed for the coming Spring Festival
Show me bamboo and plum Festival, let me pass the winter of ice and snow
The autumn wind is still whispering, like water and sorrow
Since ancient times, the word "love" is the most bitter, and the person is temporarily a lonely flying goose in the sky
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