In the core of history I must engrave this,
Your voice is the song,
That keeps dragging me, the sound I can't miss,
It guarantees that nothing can go wrong.
Whenever I hear your voice,
A sea-change takes place in my heart,
Even the cuckoo has no other choice,
But to feel ashamed and look unsmart.
Let your voice be heard more and more,
It's your sweet song that my ears eagerly wait for.
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