The time will recall when we shall be no more,
And the zephyr would set its melodic tunes at heaven's gate,
When we shall be no more, thou hast given us
Such sorrows, there is no way to be less, no way to be less.
With the smash of stars, nothing would cause
Disorder to the sky, no harm will come to pass,
When we shall be no more, the nights will be burning
With the candlelights and the stars be shinning
In the backyard of the moon, the time will recall,
When we shall be no more, birds will be singing
In the sweet rains, and flowers be smiling in joyfully
Plains, the time will recall when we shall be no more.
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