"Cold and Proud Like You"

I can't touch you, I can't touch you in my dreams,

Can't see clearly, can't see the face of the illusion,

It's like the loneliness trapped in the dusty mirror, spreading out your hands and hanging your head,

Frozen faces, proud souls.

Can't wake up, can't wake up, that dusty love for thousands of years,

I can't forget, I can't forget, that blurred eyes and deep God,

It's like a plum that is alone and fragrant, not competing with each other, and willing to be lonely,

Imprisoned in loneliness, locked in heart.

If there is a fresh breeze, the pine on the Tingting Mountain is beyond the dust and vulgar, and it guards the chastity alone.

- Blue Rain

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