On a beautiful summer midnight, When I pass by a tree, a melodious and hopeful nightingale, might be in sake of someone special asks me, "Who are you"? , How should I break her heart and tell here am a Stranger passing by. 🙃
When heaven came offering Bearing arrows and blades in the back Endlessly floating away And the night dissolves And the wolves cry out The Aurora lights up the sky And the snow still falls
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