The bird looks for the memory of blue,
I sit on the edge of the sky in the evening, playing the lonely Eagle flute.
The gray sky, the desert, the withered grassland, why every autumn?
The song swept away the last Gesang flower,
The beautiful girl pursues it, all the way to the end of the world.
The river is shining with clear memories,
You sit on the other side of the mother river, wearing a green dress.
The ancient river, sighing silently and weeping gently, why does it lose its clear shadow?
The song swept away the last Gesang flower,
Beautiful girl pursues it, all the way to the end of the world
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