Already knew that the flute will never be mine

But at least I can still hear it sounds

Come and spread your wings

Take me to Yushan once again

Where the sound of silence can be touched

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I am still hanging in the edge of the earth

I have been waiting for you in generations over generations

But all I can see is the sea of clouds

Why would not you come?

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Are you going to wait until......?

Then my tears are already dry out

I might as well made my wish already

Liked the dried ink on Wun Tan Temple