Polar north is still pocketing its journey
It should be wonderful. There is still a blank in my memory
Time disappeared, my heart and body became transparent
A door opened slowly at the end of the road
The map of autumn is full of big cities and small towns
At the end of the line, the familiar and the unfamiliar are at war
Happiness and sadness are like a retrospective exhibition
In front of my eyes, a brilliant dream returns to plain
The next station flashed
There is no fork road better, I smile to accompany myself through
What does the person who once loved look like now
It's hard to meet a warm friend
After climbing a few mountains, I realized how uneven the world is
Now I'm in a hurry
The map of autumn is full of big cities and small towns
At the end of the line, the familiar and the unfamiliar are at war
Happiness and sadness are like a retrospective exhibition
In front of my eyes, a brilliant dream returns to plain
The next station, the North Star, is flashing
There is no fork road better, I smile to accompany myself through
The map of autumn is full of big cities and small towns
At the end of the line, the familiar and the unfamiliar are at war
Happiness and sadness are like a retrospective exhibition
In front of my eyes, a brilliant dream returns to plain
The next station, the North Star, is flashing
There is no fork road better, I smile to accompany myself through
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