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The past that (we) couldn't grasped onto (has) destroyed the last sliver of hope. The tear I shed when we parted (is still) burning in my chest.

Love is circulating about Heaven and Earth; so for who, is (my) heart in a rush for? In this vast earth, where do I belong? Where do I store these passing years?

Listening to the rustling of the wind, on whose sorrow is it knocking at? (My) longing/yearning grows in an instant, forgetting how long the night will be.

The tears in my palm are starting to burn. Only for you, I am willing to be crazy for three lifetimes. (to watch) a sky of falling flowers, (to hear) the sounds of familiar songs-- With you, I will walk through Heaven and Earth.

If love is too bleak, let me dream with you and redeem all the tears you've shed. How far is this road? How long are these three lifetimes? Holding hands, (I will be with you) until end of time.

Through the bleak wind, the vast fog, the harsh rain, and the endless snow, I will accompany you step by step, hand in hand, without fear -- who cares what will happen tomorrow. Without fear of wandering, without fear of the ends of Earth.

Tightly holding onto your hands, a love that I will never forget. How grand must one's life need to be? Vanity always end with emptiness. Stubbornness will be drifted by the winds. In the journey of love, how many stumbles are there?

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