The heart goes astray
A person's journey, like the wind in the night, blowing
The loneliness is the prelude of my stage.
My mood began to perform, and the audience was lonely.
My mood sings helplessness, the audience is hurt.
The night cheers for me. I can't see clearly under the stage. I'm happy
My shadow dances with me, moonlight is like smoke.
The story can't help but lead the soul astray.
My eyes began to blur and my heart was forced to call the curtain
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