Why gaze on the bridge
In why these piece of Qiao I stand
Hold get up one wooden dipper soup that old woman boiled Meng
Pouring into it in one's own lung slowly
Please allow me to watch you of that section attentively again
Enter your deep carving in the bone marrow
Even miss and disappear like this
You can be at each night too
In that health Reminding me in the depths
There has been a person
Please allow me to gaze at you again
Because this soup is drunk down
All memory about you will bury in oblivion
I am not sad
Make me so silent gaze you
Leave you mutual branding in the heart
Will it a bit simpler to look for you next lifetime like this
Why be at the bridge, soup of old woman Meng
Can only so silent gaze you
You dim
It is that the soup of the old woman of Meng begins to do evil
My dear
Remember next lifetime
Please drip the tears for me
Let her slip and leave it in the heart
So perhaps my miss will be a bit looser
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