The flower withered, the petal fell on the field,
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Disintegrated into a hundred rainbow moments.
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The crowd is running, but the gate has been broken.
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And a successful dream is one torment.
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Two pounds of twigs, and a bunch of grass,
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Behind the distant forest is a quarter of the moon.
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Well, run into the distance, well, sing songs.
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Wait to die.
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The flower withered, the petal fell on the field,
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Disintegrated into a hundred rainbow moments.
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The crowd is running, but the gate has been broken.
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And a successful dream is one torment.
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All is not a century to grieve, all is not a century to drink a cup,
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There will be a time to meet, there will be a time to love,
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In the meantime, wait, but in the meantime, be patient.
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Get ready to die.
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The flower withered, the petal fell on the field,
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Disintegrated into a hundred rainbow moments.
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The crowd is running, but the gate has been broken.
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And a successful dream is one torment.
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Curtains down, yes head through the window,
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It was my father who returned home.
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Well, let's set the table, well, let's heat the bathhouse
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Get ready to die.
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The flower withered, the petal fell on the field,
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Disintegrated into a hundred rainbow moments.
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The crowd is running, but the gate has been broken.
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And a successful dream is one torment. |