At the moment, the earth weeps all the same injury,
You and me, the common people still fight pain with angry small.
Hold your head up, look at my eyes, sorrow is more tenacious,
Reach out your hand, and hold onto it, do not steel wall, as long as the gentle conduction.
Flowers green beautiful clear skies, still in the eyes,
Better still, in the heart.
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