The desire to speak in the branch (The third [Sheng Xiao]) - Text/Miao Fei - Songs rise and fall and fall through all the dialects. I open my memories and the past with pain. The mud is untainted. The lotus that is unstained from the mud. The sharpness and warm water in the long

The desire to say something but stops in the branch (Three [Sheng Xiao])

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Text/Miao Fei

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Singing is rising and falling

Clouds and smoke permeates all dialects

I open my memories in pain and pain and the past

out of the mud without staining the lotus

Put away the sharp edge and warm

Clear water and long sky

Only my heart is hovering

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Every ferry is left with vicissitudes

Every mulberry field has sunset

Every encounter is in a silence but stop

Every time separation, swaying flute

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Treading the thin twilight

Swaying ship drifting in time

The love blurted out is so strange

so that I burst into tears

The rising crescent moon

Pack into all In the words of the word

but can't go back to the past story

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Those who are gradually moving farther and far away

Those who are close and far away

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are hiding

Those who are dancing on my heart

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Dreaming with water

Overwrite me

Review the sunset in the cold and vastness

Those Beautiful words and sentences are layered

Those shallow dialogues are not only

Those painful and soft time

Rebirth in the tone or out of context

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I passed by the dark night and dawn

The sky light of making a nest in the water grass

will eventually become a lasting heartbeat

Kiss in the name of love

Then say goodbye in the name of love