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Green mountains stretch across the northern outskirts; white waters wind around the eastern city.
Here we part, and you set off alone, a tumbleweed traveling ten thousand miles.
Floating clouds are the wanderer’s thoughts; the setting sun, an old friend’s affection.
We wave goodbye as you depart; our horses whinny softly.
Green mountains stretch across the northern outskirts; white waters wind around the eastern city.
Here we part, and you set off alone, a tumbleweed traveling ten thousand miles.
Floating clouds are the wanderer’s thoughts; the setting sun, an old friend’s affection.
We wave goodbye as you depart; our horses whinny softly.
