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The roof is like a cliff ,the wind chimes are like the blue sea I wait for the swallow to return
The time has been arranged to act out an accident you quietly leave
The story is outside the city,the heavy fog won't disperse,can't see the dialogue clearly
You cannot tell by listening the sound of the wind doesn't exist,it is me who is sighing with regret
I waken from the dream ,Who is at the windowsill opening the ending?
That future which is as thin as a cicada's wings cannot withstand being torn apart by whom

I send you away beyond a thousand miles,you are silent, black and white
The silent era perhaps it shouldn't have been,the too distant love
I send you away Beyond the end of the sky,are you still there?
Where is the sound of the piano coming from? It's hard to predict life and death I use all my life To wait

I hear sounds of tears so I enter the woods searching for the white pear flower I only get a row of moss
The sky is beyond the mountains,the rain falls down on the flower stands, I'm grey at the temples
I hear sounds of tears so I enter the woods,searching for the white pear flower I only get a row of moss
The sky is beyond the mountains,the rain falls down on the flower stands I wait for you to come

Glazed white all over you,transparent like dust your flawless love
From the rain you come,the poem becomes sorrowful I'm drenched now

Pick up the lotus from the water surface,it's as if the shadows of the boat sailing are still there,yet you don't come back
Covered by the years,the flower you spoke of blossomed,the past becomes blank

I waken from the dream,Who is at the windowsill opening the ending?
That future which is as thin as a cicada's wings,
cannot withstand being torn apart by whom
I send you away beyond a thousand miles,you are silent, black and white,the silent era,perhaps it shouldn't have been,the too distant love
I send you away beyond the end of the sky,are you still there? Where is the sound of the piano coming from? It's hard to predict life and death I use all my life
I send you away,beyond a thousand miles,you are silent, black and white,the silent era,perhaps it shouldn't have been,the too distant love
I send you away,beyond the end of the sky
Are you still there?
Where is the sound of the piano coming from?
It's hard to predict life and death
I use all my life To wait

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