The lake is your eyes, the dream is full of stars, the mood is a legend, a leaf is waiting to grow, and there are a group of dear people in childhood. Spring is a long journey, with my loved ones, with those dying winds, with those eternal vows over and over again, with those who love me, with those eternal vows over and over again. We all have a real and sad face, holding the sunshine in our hands, and we look at the distance gently. Will we sing our wishes again when we grow up year after year?
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