There is a low echo in the past
Looking forward, only the cold stars light up the sky
There is a green lotus in the field of water
Thinking alone under the stars and the moon
What can be seen is noumenon
It's Fanny that can be recited
A green lotus
There's a kind of moon haze
There is a classic style of heart sink lotus pool
Over the dampness and mud
And so beautiful
The veil of vast thoughts
Strange and unable to meet
Visible in shadow, shadow in water
A lotus watching the sky rather than shouting
The long purple window to the sunset
Although the cap is full of water
But you never cry
There is still lush green
There is still a beautiful red
From the faint cold wave
Hold up, hold up, hold up
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