the place changes and goes, like a wind, like clouds
like the traces of the heart, no halt at the places
the place is so far away, be far apart
people's hand does not reach, so merely has the worship
the place is a lofty lord, can't meet nobody put on
we will lose the place, so lofty which changes
not all were desired. however, we're never sad
still, there is still the place. far away. far away....
the place buried in deep snow. like the collapsing castle
like the head of the shade, figure will be thrown away
the hut buried in deep snow. it sinks in to the flood
and the ''not dyeing'' is dyed out, and waits for a oppose one
the place is a lofty lord, can't meet nobody put on
still, there is still the place. far away. far away....
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