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What are the well-written folk lyrics?
The plane flew over the sky, the city of the sky.

We are in the rainy dusk.

Now I am in a foreign land at night.

I feel you flashing.

I want to go back to the past and be happy silently.

The city of the sky is crying, and you are getting brighter and brighter.

Love is just the fart of life.

Torture me and torture you.

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We were born alone.

We were born alone.

Whatever you have.

We were born alone.

Let me see you again.

Starry sky and night

Birds turning west

We were born alone.

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It's raining, ants crawl in panic,

Whose breath is its nose looking for?

Four seasons rotate, do you feel tired,

Do you still have confidence in the face of dusk?

I still don't understand why I am busy.

Don't say anything. Repetition is your best choice.

The absurdity of choosing to subvert the prosperous times

Doing nothing, you stand in the rain,

You can't feel your strength when you close your eyes.

Can't forget, can't forget,

Can't continue to sink like this.

Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty

Hello, your mother forced Katie.

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The misty rain in March in the south

You are sitting in an empty rice shop.

You have an apple in one hand and fate in the other.

Find your own fragrance.

People outside the window are in a hurry.

Turn your eyes to the wet road.

Your dance goes through the empty room.

Time turned into smoke.

Honey, can you feel that tomorrow has come?

Our ship is at the dock.

I want to wash my hair and climb the mast.

Hold up our home like the tender leaves of grapes.

The misty rain in March in the south

You are sitting in an empty rice shop.

You have an apple in one hand and fate in the other.

Find your own fragrance.

People outside the window are in a hurry.

Turn your eyes to the wet road.

Your dance goes through the empty room.

Time turned into smoke.

Honey, can you feel that tomorrow has come?

Our ship is at the dock.

I want to wash my hair and climb the mast.

Hold up our home like the tender leaves of grapes.