Young people listen to the rain song upstairs,
The red candle is dim
Listening to the rain in my prime,
The river is wide and the clouds are low,
The broken wild goose calls the west wind
Now I listen to the rain,
The temples are already full of stars
It's hard to be sad and happy,
In front of the stage,
Drop by drop till dawn
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