like a lotus flower floating on the lake
follow the direction of winds
cold air seemed to pierce to the bone
makes lips could not say a word
look up the sky
see the white cloud that enveloped
imaginary peak
I hope a lot of imagination
What should I do
waiting for him that never came
What if I have to stop thinking about it
or wish to return .....
follow the direction of winds
cold air seemed to pierce to the bone
makes lips could not say a word
look up the sky
see the white cloud that enveloped
imaginary peak
I hope a lot of imagination
What should I do
waiting for him that never came
What if I have to stop thinking about it
or wish to return .....
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