The cold wind in the long night sky blows a cloud
The clouds gather and disperse, but they separate and approach again
Unconsciously already feeling sleepy, lets the inconceivable also occur
Looking at this infatuated woman tonight
Ah, red is a cup of wine, I have a piece of sadness or sorrow in my heart
Miss people gradually thin, hold you enough
When the sky is red again, the morning of reappearance is painful
Let Miss turn around and go
From the flower to fly in a dream heartbroken but not frozen
Just because you are still the same as me
A song and a poem have been sung for thousands of generations
Dream scattered who does not heartache
Ah, red is a cup of wine, I have a piece of sadness or sorrow in my heart
Miss people gradually thin, hold you enough
When the sky is red again, the morning of reappearance is painful
Let Miss turn around and go
From the flower to fly in a dream heartbroken but not frozen
Just because you are still the same as me
A song and a poem have been sung for thousands of generations
Dream scattered who does not heartache
A song and a poem have been sung for thousands of generations
Dream scattered who does not heartache
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