踏雪闻风

　　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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