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The wind blows through the month, because life is like a leaf falling along with the gentle wind
And makes us miss, still love in the month of the year
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
Hands in hands, we love each other, not dreaming of anything in the world
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we have forgotten our deep sadness
Zhang Xingqiu
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we wrote and sleep divinely
In the fragrance of the love of the year, we wrote and sleep divinely
In thegescholine
The leaves flutter in the gentle breeze
And make us love each other
Still love in the month of May
In the fragrance of the season of love
How much we have forgotten
Hands in hands we love each other
Without a dream to the nature
Without a dream to the nature