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Shi Meng remembered who was knocking on the bell in the depths of my soul again, and then the remnants of the sun were like blood and the snow between the fingers slowly precipitated into a half-lifetime of Pure Zen That Zen position was forever day after day

author：Yun Shui Qinxin

Shi Dream rethinked

Who is knocking on the bells in the depths of my soul?

One, one, one again

The sun is like blood

Fingers are like snow

Slowly

Precipitated into a half-lifetime zen

That Zen position

Eternal life day after day

It is the title of a lifetime

Who is painting the colorful pictures of my dreams again?

One stroke, one stroke, one stroke

Seven-colored petals

Transformed into the whiteness of Qingyi

O heaven full of purity

Reflected offstage

Young eagles waiting to fly

Stage

Flying angels

Shi Meng remembered who was knocking on the bell in the depths of my soul again, and then the remnants of the sun were like blood and the snow between the fingers slowly precipitated into a half-lifetime of Pure Zen That Zen position was forever day after day
lifetime angel Day after day Who is it White soul petal Bell Chicks
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