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If the south wind knew my feelings,
let not the sunset fall at dusk.
Suddenly, an old friend passes through my heart;
when I turn back, mountains and rivers are already autumn.
The starlight does not ask about the hurried traveler,
and the years do not fail those with sincerity.
If the south wind knew my feelings,
let not the sunset fall at dusk.
Suddenly, an old friend passes through my heart;
when I turn back, mountains and rivers are already autumn.
The starlight does not ask about the hurried traveler,
and the years do not fail those with sincerity.