The rain that fell last night is mine
On your wet eyelashes
Acacia and Moxiang
But let it slide down your grief
Don't disturb your clear dream
The wind that blows tonight is me
Whisk your hair in front of your forehead
It turned out to be helpless and melancholy
But let it blow away your sorrow
Just for your clear dream
But let it blow away your sorrow
Just for your clear dream
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