Many words of the past, scattered in the drift
Spring to flower, who can start from the beginning, hazy
It's like a dream of the past, dissipated in the wind
Sighing parting, meeting in dream, describing suffering in heart
I don't want to take the road destined for my life
I can't help looking back
Looking at the vicissitudes of time, I love you without regret
I rise quietly and brush away the mottled red dust
Hard to forget how much of the past, the aftertaste
I just didn't hear from you
One day dream for ten years
It's all in my heart
I don't know what time it is
One day love dream for ten years, even if tears are sweet
The end of the world
I rise quietly and brush away the mottled red dust
Hard to forget how much of the past, the aftertaste
I just didn't hear from you
One day dream for ten years
It's all in my heart
I don't know what time it is
One day love dream for ten years, even if tears are sweet
The end of the world
One day dream for ten years
Reminiscent of the past
It's all in my heart
I don't know what time it is
One day dream for ten years
Even tears are sweet
The end of the world
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