Give head, as ever in looking, as ever gaze, not because you are unfamiliar, nor is it because you face the Jiao Jie, simply because every time looking at, every gaze, I could clear as water from your Yanmou Lane read out the sonorous and the Pingze rhythm. Then put on your silver memory bound, hanging in that night sky Stars twinkling, shining future generations, just as thousands of years ago the first people to that one song after another farewell to stay with us, maybe in the next billions of years later, Some people like me, like this night I will be your soul lie in the same gentle arms of millions of years.

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