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The sky the flower of a cloud

The star of the famous stars

The wheel canyue

You are in my hometown, hang over?

Or that distant adrift in them

The unknown or hidden away in the cape

Or in the dim mood in displaced

Who can tell me

You?

In the hand holding a miss

In the bottom of my heart buried in a tear

In the thoughts of condensing a desire

In the depths of the soul engraved among many appearance

What is that?

Is to mind, is miss, it is love

Is a can not give up in the countryside

There is no winter, there was no cool cold

There just soft, warm warm sunshine illuminate the brick red of the land

There is only fresh sea breeze, blowing the harmony and peaceful face

The setting sun to enter the rosy clouds with

Under the sky of hard labor people

You return?

The wind blowing smoke

Clear buildings

Simple and ordinary people

Thick native regional accents

All of it

Whether you serene

Whether you singing away

Whether you are safe and healthy

The ablaze, whether you as always

Each other today's lawsuit fun

I,

In the country under the sky

Chase, found, upon

Long way

I tore heart crack lung of call

Will no longer in the moment of the flowers wither rest

home

My bags filled with you in the attachment

home

Is the cleansing of the soul of detergent

home

Is a piece of pure land