Fei Yuqing -- late autumn
The south wind blows the colorful clouds
A river flows in spring
It's in the green grassland
I'm looking forward to meeting you
I would like to become a wisp of smoke
Floating back to you
Time is like running water
The past is beyond recollection
Layers of Acacia in my heart
Love and my looks
The south wind blows the colorful clouds
A river flows in spring
It's in the green grassland
I'm looking forward to meeting you
I would like to become a wisp of smoke
Floating back to you
Time is like running water
The past is beyond recollection
Layers of Acacia in my heart
Love and my looks
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