The white hall is wide in the sunlight
Lazy at five or three in the sun
Listen to the wind outside the window again
He ran away quietly in the courtyard
The old days are mature
The wind in the trough is swirling, a little busy
Ah, by YeHu lake
Ah, my hair is turning blue
Afternoon drinks are lazy
The notes in my voice are soft
Painstakingly with the wind spin together (melt together)
The windwall is wide open
To the illusion of being together
That is, stepping on the wind, whirling and wandering happily
Ah, by YeHu lake
Ah, my hair is getting shorter
Ah, by YeHu lake
Ah, my hair is turning white
Ah, by YeHu lake
Ah, my hair is getting shorter
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