The Mid Autumn Festival
White my head
How many memories come to mind
I can't see my mother wave again
It's hard to go home with heavy steps
Time can't keep the young
Only through the vicissitudes of time can we know the way of life
The Mid Autumn Festival
When the flowers fall
Miss my mother, miss my hometown
How much guilt is piling up in my mind
Late at night, it's hard to tell who at dawn
Time can't keep the young
Only through the vicissitudes of time can we know the way of life
Time can't keep the young
Only through the vicissitudes of time can we know the way of life
Only then can we know the way of life
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