The dusk outside the window is filled with the smell of spring
The blue pace can't hear you back
The setting sun follows all kinds of shadows
Colorful colors, can't find the trace you left
More and more people, with new hope
Looking for the loss day after day
Floating around with old dreams
Looking for the dependence year after year
The sky is still blue and the leaves are still green
The birds are still singing
The heart is still very cold, the mouth still does not say
The face is still very happy
Those who can see clearly will never see clearly
Are attached to the same season
The visible tomorrow, the invisible now
It's all the melody of spring
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