The wild goose
What are you after
You fly over white clouds and blue sky again and again
The vigorous figure swept over the green mountains and grasslands
What are you after
You fly through the warm spring and cold autumn every year
The years under the wings are boundless
Oh, tell me, goose
What are you after
The wind knows no fatigue
Just listen to the sound of wild geese
Tell me, Hongyan
What are you after
The wind knows no fatigue
Just listen to the sound of wild geese
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