The wind blows the clouds Love flows in the heart Going back and going back When I miss you at night, Bit by bit in my heart When is the moon? Love in my heart Dried this cup of Acacia When I am drunk, I miss you. Toasting is even worse Who can solve this lovesickness? Who can see through this red dust? The world is coming and going Who can stop the love from drifting? Who can solve this lovesickness? Who can see through this red dust? Maple Leaf Fly Another autumn Piece of Acacia When is the moon? Love in my heart Dried this cup of Acacia When I am drunk, I miss you.
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