by:
How many people in the youth here Mizui,Xirang and then embark on the journey,
clear is your Daijuan, cloud light and water,
their own lost as the forgotten,
how many times you open the door of the park,
you the complexity of the United States, your heart to cold,
Although the four quarters of good voice sung,
when a wing from the Yelu dignified --
such as Nilao, alone in front of open fire,
will also know that there is a group of soul quietly,
they have in endless love you,
of getting the brigade, They love you have the Chouxu.
every time you see the reflection of the flash to
10 million-opportunity and you cemented the fire,
has every second of every matter
invisible in his heart crushed ,
You beat the ripples of your Kongling laughter,
them to another passing away,
left by the Chords, but frankly,
to see you , In the hopeless Zhuixiang,
This is why I often silent:
until you come back with a new fire
I blocked out by the time the Heiying jealousy.
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