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Silent Sky, Fleeting Thoughts
Waving the brush to paint a landscape, Unable to exhaust the desolation of the world, Stirring up the dust of history, Unable to see the path of the past.
The song ends and all disperse, Unable to scatter the homesickness, Which year's wind and snow was it again, Now the hometown accent remains the same.
Author's Note
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