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How lonely the courtyard is?
blue mist spreads the willow trees
like curtains after curtains,i don't know
how much do they have.
On the riverbank playboys ride the white horse,
where's my Prince charming?
Squall in March,rain suddenly comes,
close the door,think how to remain the spring.
fall the cherry flowers as leaves the sparrow,
i stand before the fallen petals,
tearfully ask 'em what i should do after you left?
Wind blows 'em up and over the swing they fly.
