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when can we have again
that silence;
Rong Rong stands in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the small river?
when will it be like that
full of hope
Draped in fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climb the tower, and listen to the bell?
when, when, heart
can really understand
The distance of time; the age of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bell
yesterday's person
How to draw another shadow in today!