[There are many troubles, but happiness is everywhere] I often find a soothing tune in the purest of the heart Late at night, the rooftop has the charm of all things rare, far away from the ground, and the sparse traffic comes home

[There are many troubles, but happiness is everywhere]

I am always in the purest

Find soothing tunes that soothe your heart

The late-night rooftop has the charm of the rare sound of everything

Distant ground, sparse traffic

There was a brisk gasp coming home

The evening wind between heaven and earth could not stop rushing

Gently hum strange story tunes in your ears

Night, quiet and silent

Night, tell the story

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