Snow is white but her
Good old days, little jasmine
The purity and beauty are still open under the windowsill
Add a pot of spring water to make a light cup of tea
The bright fragrance of the moon, the snow is white but her
Who is the moon leaving with
Take away the light Acacia rain
The early morning wind blew away a little emotion
The falling tears are scattered under the lapel
Ah, are you cold tonight? I was thinking
Thinking about my home
No matter how hard it is, no matter how tired it is
The good old days are like pure jasmine
The faint fragrance blooms in my heart
The brighter the moon, the quieter the night
Look at the bright fragrance in front of the window, and the snow is white
Look at the fragrant jasmine, the snow is not as white as her
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