A top media singer's joys and sorrows
There is no shortage of passers-by at the end of the world
Vermilion paper fans add you a few feet of thin outline
Fate is split by the secular
My sleeves are as clear as the wind
But toss and turn for you
If you are separated from each other, you are bumpy in wandering
Even if I can see you
Your face is misty with tears, and your dress is dancing
The endless sorrow of separation is deep in your eyes
I miss my lost pupil
The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there
My sleeves are as clear as the wind
But toss and turn for you
If you are separated from each other, you are bumpy in wandering
Even if I can see you
Your face is misty with tears, and your dress is dancing
The endless sorrow of separation is deep in your eyes
I miss my lost pupil
The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there
Your face is hazy, I didn't understand it
Countless sorrows of separation are deep in your eyes
I miss my lost pupil
The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there
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