It's been three years
Fallen leaves still fall
The withering flowers, the age that cannot be seen clearly
Still infatuated not to change the sideburns
Winter is over
Spring is not over
In the distance, the fog also blurred
The smoke from the kitchen is curling
The fewer people, the quieter the heart
It's not poetic
More pain
Stay in my heart
Can't rely on
Just imagine yourself
A day's sleep makes a wife
When I get back
You are still in jiejiatian
Green hills and dew
When I get back
I'll plant it with you
Come back in the old season next year
Winter is over
Spring is not over
In the distance, the fog also blurred
The smoke from the kitchen is curling
The fewer people, the quieter the heart
It's not poetic
More pain
Stay in my heart
Can't rely on
Just imagine yourself
A day's sleep makes a wife
When I get back
You're still here
Green hills and dew
When I get back
I'll plant it with you
Come back in the old season next year
Wait until the old season with you again
Your attachment
My debt
Forget it
For seven years
It's still the same when I come back
A lingering sound around the windowsill
You and I stayed up all night
In the old season
I'll come back with you in the old season
Finally back
You're still here
Green hills and dew
Finally back
I'll plant it with you
Come back in the old season next year
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