Midnight Pavilion late autumn
The wind is tired, the stars are tired, and the moon is thin
Maple leaf in hand
Already red in the heart
Smoke in my heart
Still floating in front of my eyes
Midnight Pavilion late autumn
The wind is tired, the stars are tired, and the moon is thin
Leaning on the night
Feelings are all over the branches
The flowers on the branches shed tears
Do you know
try to stop but cannot
Stop trying
New worries
The old worries of the disordered management
Ask the sky, ask the Willows
What kind of genius lasts
What kind of land will last
Midnight Pavilion late autumn
The wind is tired, the stars are tired, and the moon is thin
Leaning against the night
The flowers on the branches shed tears
Do you know
try to stop but cannot
Stop trying
New worries
The old worries of the disordered management
Ask the sky, ask the Willows
What kind of genius lasts
What kind of land will last
try to stop but cannot
Stop trying
Feelings are all over the branches
New worries
The old worries of the disordered management
Ask the sky, ask the Willows
What kind of genius lasts
What kind of land will last
try to stop but cannot
Stop trying
New worries
The old worries of the disordered management
Ask the sky, ask the Willows
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