Every love song should sound soft, full of whispers longing, full of sweeten flower
Tears dropped, heart vibrations ticked
Our orange poetry is complacent
Jungle orchestra life sometimes a mighty male, sometimes sadly pitiful.
Wind mounts and canyons are like symphonic concerts.
The eternal existence, the eternal existence.
Comrade, let's try to think for a moment when we are intoxicated romance
The earth becomes narrow, the sky is clamped
The passage of life stopped.
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