Clouds float in the mountains as if they were just for each other
At a glance, it's a white ball
It takes a few years of sleep for the tree to wait for new shoots to bloom
And I can't wait for you
A person's sorrow
What a wonderful feeling
Flying over the clouds
Your manner no longer belongs to me
If the rain doesn't fall
I thought I was used to it
Ice and snow cover the dust, and all the gray is buried
All of a sudden, there was a lingering dialogue
At this moment, I found out if I could leave
There is no exception before the change
A person's sorrow
What a wonderful feeling
Beyond the clouds
Your manner no longer belongs to me
If the rain doesn't fall
I thought I was used to it
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