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On the evening hills of a windy park
The lake embraces the moonlight
The appearance of green leaves gently blowing
It's so refreshing
There is a clump of trees

Ride that wind
What is going on? Let's fly
On the other side of the earth
There is a red desert surrounded by sand

In the desert hills of the sand-windy morning
The fountain of the face desires water
Gently burning
A clump of black trees

Under the steaming sun
Someone on the hills
Who would be sitting while facing a blowing sand breeze?
At the same time, on the other side of the globe, on the evening hills,
The appearance of someone

The wind that went away for a while
starts to blow again

In the wind blowing on the hills of a park
The fountain of the face desires water,
Gently burning the clump of black trees
came together in the morning

As ruddy as the morning colour
Even in the hills of the desert
Gently moving the green leaves
The refreshing evening breeze may be blowing