Quiet night
Gentle wind
No trace of the wind into the painting building
The green mountains are high
It's a long way to go
The night is long and quiet
Spring goes and spring comes
Waiting day and night
You leave poems of spring
Now it has become hate sea
The stars are shining in the sky
Sorrow of parting
Spring goes and spring comes, waiting day and night
You leave poems of spring
Now it has become hate sea
Stars in the sky
Bright crystal
Sorrow of parting
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