It seems like clouds drifted over the dreamy mountains.
We found each other once, with longing on both sides.
It seems like tears are flowing.
Following the stream of memories that flow into the season of love.
The field looks like it's covered in lush grass.
On the spring hill, tender buds of longing gently sprout, waiting for someone.
We found each other once, with longing on both sides.
It seems like tears are flowing.
Following the stream of memories that flow into the season of love.
The field looks like it's covered in lush grass.
On the spring hill, tender buds of longing gently sprout, waiting for someone.
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