Old love disappears in the wind and rain
It's hard to see you again
My eyes filled with tears
Sighing in a low voice
Self blame at the beginning of empty cocoon
Sleep in the middle of the night
I feel sorry that spring is gone, and my eyes are full of tender tears
I'm afraid it's too late to meet
The vicissitudes of life
There are thousands of feelings
Memories of the past
Once e why
Dreams disappear, love decreases
The old swallow will not be returned
When the festival is full of tears
Infatuation is never lost
The vicissitudes of life
There are thousands of feelings
Memories of the past
Why e once
Dreams disappear, love decreases
The old swallow will not be returned
When the festival is full of tears
Infatuation is never lost
When the festival is full of tears
Infatuation is never lost
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