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抚摸我黑色头发的微风啊,何不把我内心的痛苦带走?那灿烂的阳光,却照不到我内心最寒冷的地方。那段刻骨铭心的记忆,像一道伤疤挥之不去。
Touch my black hair breeze ah, why not take my heart away? That brilliant sunshine, but not according to my coldest place. That unforgettable memory, like a scars lingering.