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追寻一只白蝶,我把思念送入你的梦帷。秋水遮断了杳然的音讯,我把心事衍生成青苔潜入你的窗棂,静候你朦胧帘内的清凉琴音。
After searching for a white butterfly, I sent my thoughts to your nightmare. The autumn water blocked the sound of awkwardness. I digged my mind into moss and dipped into your window and waited for the cool sound inside your curtain.