| 1 | For so many years. We have defined our selves, drawing out skies seas and the solitary muse. | |
| 2 | Far into the night the distant honk of a single goose pierces the darkness. | |
| 3 | Yan Liu gradually back heavy, Humilis cloud Lone Wild Goose far red winter sunset days. | |
| 4 | "This is a wounded bird, isolated from his flock for a long time. " Geng Lei explained. | |
| 5 | Gang Ying then explained: "The bird was flying low and slow, because it was already hurt;" |
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