It is said that the water is cold, and its clothes are falling.

Far away, I am on its shore.

The central of the dove, the green of the dove, I am killed.

Looking at it from afar, the water is cold.

I can't think about it, where is Yi.

Looking at it from afar, how long is the road.

There is a deer in the heart, such as chasing a flood.

Far away, no one to eat.

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