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这个春天,脚步疾疾、馨美的春阳浅浅地划过天空,匆匆西去了。昨晚那一杯咖啡,在千年一拍的笳音中渐渐凉了。伊人泪满巾。没有你的季节已经荒芜。
This spring, the footsteps disease, Xinmei Chunyang shallow across the sky, hurried west. That cup of coffee last night was getting colder in the ridges of the millennium. Iraqi tears full towel. The season without you is barren.