A girl named Wanjun
Her story is worth pursuing
The little bride's fate
Suddenly a dream, forever sad
A girl named Wanjun
Bright eyes like water, green temples like clouds
All kinds of love in one's life
Suddenly looking back, cold and clear
A girl named Wanjun
Ice muscle like snow, delicate hand
How many laughter, how many tears
Looking through the autumn, looking through the youth
A girl named Wanjun
Her story is worth pursuing
Several storms, several degrees of drift
Where is the moon shining
Where is the moon shining
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