Autumn moon turns into poem and rose
If wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk
Warm and cold or right and wrong
White or grey
It's snowing tonight
Peacocks used to fly southeast
It's said that five miles and one wandering
But I am with you
They want to separate
The melting snow fades away with the wind
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
The relativity of lingering indifference
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
Looking for the aftertaste of light sadness
A poem becomes a rose in autumn
If wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk
Warm and cold or right and wrong
Is it white or grey
It's snowing tonight
Peacocks used to fly southeast
It's said that five miles and one wandering
But I am with you
They want to separate
The melting snow fades away with the wind
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
The relativity of lingering indifference
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
Looking for the aftertaste of light sadness
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
The relativity of lingering indifference
The peacock flies to the southeast for five miles
Looking for the aftertaste of light sadness
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