一些老调子悄悄浮上心头，当她唱着这些歌，她的心在往下沉。

Some old tunes crept to her lips, and, as she sang them, her heart sank.

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这一切的一切，无不如诗、如画、如歌、如梦，在你的心头萦绕，牵动你一片片悠悠的远思。

And all of this, all trees, picturesque, Like a Song, Like a Dream, in your mind lingering affects you spans a far-thinking.

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