The wild chrysanthemum is withered and cold again
The evening wind blows through the ages
Who is in the future
A thousand times
Little swallow flying in the distance
How many times did the flying swallow pass by
Unfortunately, the scene has not changed
Ten thousand times gray for thousands of years
The swallow laughs bitterly and shakes its wings to the horizon
The weeds are dead and cold
Catch up with the smoke at dusk
People in the autumn wind
Autumn wind turns cold
Love will not change
Even if it's too vague, there's hope
Because she believed in the oath
Maybe we'll meet one more second later
May he come here for another thousand years
The weeds are dead and cold
Catch up with the smoke at dusk
People in the autumn wind
Autumn wind turns cold
Love will not change
Love will not change
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