Imprint
The wind blows the dust laden memory
The moon is still and tender, leaving traces
Deeply imprinted in your eyes
I feel a little red in my eyes
The wild goose has passed the leaves and fallen to the ground
Looking into your deep eyes
There is still warmth in the fingertips
Heart with dust thousands of miles
The moon is cold and intimate
Thinking about the past childhood agreement
The wind is light and the moon is dim
The bamboo thread is clear and soft
Time flowing into a dream
Your smile is getting brighter
I want to hold you in my arms again
The wind is desolate and the moon is cold
The world of mortals
My tears have fixed your brow
Time is like water, there is no place to follow
Interlude
Looking into your deep eyes
There is still warmth in the fingertips
Heart with dust thousands of miles
The moon is cold and intimate
Thinking about the past childhood agreement
The wind is light and the moon is dim
The bamboo thread is clear and soft
Time flowing into a dream
Your smile is getting brighter
I want to hold you in my arms again
The wind is desolate and the moon is cold
The world of mortals
My tears have fixed your brow
Time is like water, there is no place to follow
Once awakened, flowers fall again
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