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你的泪光柔弱中带伤惨白的月弯弯勾住过往夜太漫长凝结成了霜是谁在阁楼上冰冷的绝望雨轻轻弹朱红色的窗我一生在纸上被风吹乱梦在远方化成一缕香随风飘散你的模样
Your tear weakness in the month with a pale curved bend hooked the night too long condensed into a frost who is in the attic on the cold desperate rain gently playing the red window of my life on paper was the wind blew dreams Far away into a ray of incense wind drift your appearance