Through the lush reeds
I hear your clear voice
Without seeing your beautiful figure
Listen
Imagine you're standing
In the deep autumn
Create a graceful dance
Making all the falling leaves becomes
Patches of wet snow
I stood far away
On the other side of the marsh
Feel your pure and beauty
Lightly holding the cold
Ponder
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