There is a kind of missing is a taste
It's the sweat of my mother's body
Miss Yi's face and smile
It's a comparable rainbow at the zenith
Holding Ruan's hand and stepping on the road
There are the heavy steps of my mother
Who knows Ruan's mistake
It's my mother's burden
The dew at the head of a tree is like a pearl
Gradually I miss a Shui
Ruan knows this is Yi
Tears in the heart
Yi's hands are bruises
There is a story in which the protagonist is Yi
Ruan knows this is true
Life's effort and hesitation
It's Ruan amu
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