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Wait at the end of the years

Stand at the end of the years

Listen to the sound of the wind blowing

Unprovoked cold

Is not waiting for a snow

Wait at the end of the years

Time flew away in a panic

Footprints on the snow

In the year like a stream of water

Leave traces of your way

Wait at the end of the years

Villages in the distance

A few dog barks

The howling of the annual pig

There is no such thing as the previous ups and downs

Wait at the end of the years

Time stood still

Waiting for the year to come

The return date of the wanderer

Amid the honking of the train

Getting closer and closer...

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