Remember, blue bamboo, flowers yuyan, thin fine hand, pour a cup a cup of wine for me, and I with a pen in the hands of, record the moment of our love?
Remember, night, full moon, you and me under the Moon and flowers, and couplets?
Now, all this has become over the past cloud, flying rain flower, you and I, both ends of the far end, Blue Bird has my infinite yearning for you. Can you remember those faces I've had, but also moments of remembering our past? The vast world where what?
Faint jungle piano tone. Ghost solitary months, water still cold.
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