"Youth Tour: The Moon Hangs High"

The moon hangs high,

Sorrowful and heavy,

The lights reflect the red of the windows.

Qiongzhi swaying,

Allure Biyuan,

Who cuts the Zephyr.

……

Gradually evoke a thousand wisps of tenderness,

Turn around and meet again.

The dust before the trance is as deep as a dream,

Clear eyes,

Too rushed.

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