Never erase the passion that we once had. A warm current gently flows through the valley of our hearts. In the dark, the nightingale accompanies me, the confused figure, wandering in loss. I still keep that persistence. The same path, the same gorgeous star lake. The girl is gone, the cold gazebo is left there. I am hunting for the elegant shadow in the ripples, I still firmly believe that there is the old flame streaming in the hot spring.
Never erase the passion that we once had. A warm current gently flows through the valley of our hearts. In the dark, the nightingale accompanies me, the confused figure, wandering in loss. I still keep that persistence. The same path, the same gorgeous star lake. The girl is gone, the cold gazebo is left there. I am hunting for the elegant shadow in the ripples, I still firmly believe that there is the old flame streaming in the hot spring.
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