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Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing

author:Nomadic clouds

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In the northland afternoon, it is clear and blue

Lazy winter

The memory of Xia was still frozen

Look at the bright sun

Want to inquire about something unknown

But all I could hear was the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass

The dry grass sang a sad song

The flowers are in decline, and the beauty is late

The past is like a meteor falling

I don't know how to comfort

I had to keep walking

Wait for the mystery after the time

Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing

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