Blast, along its destiny, blow slowly In spring, your beautiful grammar is same The instant let me amend way The sky that left is a dream bright, right is the life is inconsiderable Right now, had better regard life as travel faraway The years of the course, church how do we walk Together wonderful, why old day waste You accompany me one Cheng, I remember your generation after generation When one day, I leave this world alone It is my choice finally, a have no alternative And maple leaf of Na Yuanshan, alone adrift In blast, depress a subcelestial scenery True, do not want to leave with you, we Should pass through to more or less be weighed spatio-temporal, just have this to encounter |
Orignal From: Or eternal life aeon
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