When the autumn wind stops at the top of your hair
On the shoulder of the red sunset
You watch the clear pulse of the leaves
She fell in response
You listen to the camel's bell in silence
Like an ancient letter
You turn around and lock the door
No one will ask again
There were babies crying all that night
Company for the unknown past life
The flowers in the morning pavilion are blooming under the soil
Waiting for the drizzle to fill the sky
Every time you raise your face in panic
Look at the changes of clouds
Winter can't wait for spring, spring can't wait for autumn
I can't wait for the white head
Let's go and shake our heads
At the junction where the night is as cool as water
The singing boy
You are not in the wind
Still missing
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
When the autumn wind stops at the top of your hair
On the shoulder of the red sunset
You watch the clear pulse of the leaves
She fell in response
You listen to the camel's bell in silence
Like an ancient letter
You turn around and lock the door
No one will ask again
There were babies crying all that night
Company for the unknown past life
The flowers in the morning pavilion are blooming under the soil
Waiting for the drizzle to fill the sky
Every time you raise your face in panic
Look at the changes of clouds
Winter can't wait for spring, spring can't wait for autumn
I can't wait for the white head
Let's go and shake our heads
At the junction where the night is as cool as water
The singing boy
You are not in the wind
Still missing
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
The age of white clothes
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