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An uneasy heart, the awn of wheat on your head
The joy of others seeing the harvest filled the granary.
The bleak wind continued to walk.
There are no cows, and the plough is buried deep in the loess.
I sat in the center of your burning pain, singing depression.
The loess buried the answer of the mysterious questioner.
Trench marks on the plow
A frightened bird
The wheat pile you are standing on is
Terraces piled up by primitive human skulls
In the mysterious darkness
glare/glower/scowl at
The terraced fields make people in flames.
Wild dance.
A harvested wheat field
You are my bride.
The sky overhead is full of attractive fruits.
The wheat field left an empty field of vision.
Left it to the last gardener
Mysterious questioner, you are my bride.
You are a bumper wheat field.
You are beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Tears fall from the crystal.
Promise a harvest in the wheat field
oath
2 bone flutes
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Pick up the white one lying on the ground.
Bone flute, rustling.
Chill, think of you in the past.
Think of your burning eyes.
This city is a cement castle.
K doesn't know the direction to go home
A butterfly's eyes were swept by the heat.
The cocked heart drifted to distant times.
The wind paints the strings.
Play a gentle and colorful picture.
The bones are white and bright.
Pillow the ancient Chang 'an Road.
Sleep till dawn
Those bones lying on the ground
Bone flute, rustling.
The changing land reminds me of you in the rings.
The wind is blowing hard, and you play the gloomy shepherd's flute.
Touching hands shed tears.
Feet chatter for distant memories.
Touch the bone flute of sadness
3 whirlwind
Text/McGonagall
Van Gogh's Sunflower opened a warm mood.
Throw yourself into the sunshine with a burning heart.
The wind blew away the last grain of wheat.
The wind took away the Excellence in his life.
The golden wheat fields are full of waves of naked children.
Diffuse in the corner of the world, sharp light.
Sting the hearts of those who look up
I held my breath and sat beside the golden wheat heap.
The sky is so bright that pearls will fall.
People have had a bumper harvest.
In a desolate land
I watched the wind blowing quietly.
Some scars
That's a sign of maturity.
Wind-blown land
Interwoven with golden edges
four
Tell you the secret
Text/McGonagall
Life and death are brothers.
Life misses death, and death holds life tightly.
We are floating in a fragile cup.
Grab a straw sail and show it off.
Look at the gilded sky full of white sails of competition.
That's a reflection of death
This is the secret of life.
Tell you a passer-by
Please tell me.
The meaning of life existence
Not life and death.
But a forgotten dream.
Please use a sincere heart.
Write a white promise for my soul.
I just want to carry a primitive fire.
Chattering
Commitment to that white
The wind eroded the hope of the fortress.
But I won't.
I will rebuild
you
Regain the secret
Tell you the secret
Please tell everyone.
Please tell every soul.
Immortal fantasy
Violated our vows.