Years rarely silent autumn wind tired of wandering
The setting sun is hanging on the wall and reluctant to leave me
In the past, the words in the ears of the Iraqis have flowed eastward with the tide
Looking back, the past is falling with the maple leaves
Love has come to an end, hate also give up commitment
Fate admits too many humorous ideas, I can't help it
It's hard to be a bosom friend
When I look back, I hear the laughter and I am drunk in my dream
Laughing and sighing at the poverty of words
The sword is blunt, the blade is lack of grace, the righteousness is broken, the dream is broken
No one understands the footprints
I haven't seen through the red world for many years
Self mocking ink with thousands of feelings
Dead and white
Candlelight and the sun
When the tears dry, blood hidden crazy surge, snow flying all red
Love has come to an end, hate also give up commitment
Fate admits too many humorous ideas, I can't help it
High flying, a bit worried, confidant hard to meet a few people stay
When I look back, I hear the laughter and I am drunk in my dream
Laughing and sighing at the poverty of words
The sword is blunt, the blade is lack of grace, the righteousness is broken, the dream is broken
No one understands the footprints
I haven't seen through the red world for many years
Self mocking ink with thousands of feelings
The end of the song
Candlelight and the sun
When the tears dry, blood hidden crazy surge, snow flying all red
Laughing and sighing at the poverty of words
The sword is blunt, the blade is lack of grace, the righteousness is broken, the dream is broken
No one understands the footprints
I haven't seen through the red world for many years
Self mocking ink with thousands of feelings
The end of the song
Candlelight and the sun
When the tears dry, blood hidden crazy surge, snow flying all red
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