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飞鸿英译版
Dusk gradually sinks
the wild geese fly against the evening wind
the figure hidden in the clouds
I caress the breeze
but my heart is not calm
It's the morning wind and the moon.
Flowers bloom and willow trees fade.
Fireworks still
year after year
the person and the thing
in my heart as yesterday
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