I don't know how long I can live Maybe sixty-seven hundred and eighty lost years have been too many eyes to turn the social into the rhythm of aging incredible life want to be young and rambling days are not thinking of grace and love love years

I don't know how long I can live

Maybe sixty-seveny-eighty

Too many years have been lost

In the blink of an eye, society has entered the aging

Incredible rhythm of life

I want to be young and the days are gone

The years of love and affection are gone

Want to hurt you love your father detachment

Want to hero beauty over the clouds

Life is equal for everyone

Whether it is a high-ranking official or a common person

Life will turn into twilight in the blink of an eye

Immortality can only be empty talk

What is lost has been lost

The future is still far away

You can't change the twist

The rhythm of life runs from spring to winter

The journey of a lifetime will be over

Then sing and write

There is no resentment and regret in life...

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