White clouds are drifting in the blue sky
In autumn, the wild geese fly by again
The galloping horse is also gradually away
Who is playing the xylophone and telling loneliness
How happy cattle and sheep are in the vast wilderness
When the autumn wind is rustling, the reed flowers are dancing again
Where are the people in my heart wandering
Curling smoke outlines your outline
Who is singing the song of love
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I would like to turn into a beautiful butterfly
Accompany you to pick flowers all over the grassland
Who is singing the sad song
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I would like to turn into a galloping horse
Accompany you all over the spring of grassland
White clouds are drifting in the blue sky
In autumn, the wild geese fly by again
The galloping horse is also gradually away
Who is playing the xylophone and telling loneliness
How happy cattle and sheep are in the vast wilderness
The autumn wind is rustling in the season
Where are the people in my heart wandering
Curling smoke outlines your outline
Who is singing the song of love
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I would like to turn into a beautiful butterfly
Accompany you to pick flowers all over the grassland
Who is singing the sad song
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I'd like to be a galloping horse
Accompany you all over the spring of grassland
Who is singing the song of love
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I would like to turn into a beautiful butterfly
Accompany you to pick flowers all over the grassland
Who is singing the sad song
It reminds me of my brother in the distance
I would like to turn into a galloping horse
Accompany you all over the spring of grassland
I would like to turn into a galloping horse
Accompany you all over the spring of grassland
I would like to turn into a galloping horse
Accompany you all over the spring of grassland
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