The south wind blows the colorful clouds
A river flows in spring
I'm looking forward to meeting you in this green grassland
I would like to become a wisp of smoke
Floating back to you
Time is like running water
The past is beyond recollection
Layers of Acacia in my heart
Love and I always accompany each other
The south wind blows the colorful clouds
A river flows in spring
I'm looking forward to meeting you in this green grassland
I would like to become a wisp of smoke
Floating back to you
Time is like running water
The past is beyond recollection
Layers of Acacia in my heart
Love and I always accompany each other
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