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Stretch out your hands to me

don't let the world blocked by my shoulder

disturb you any longer

if love is not forgotten

hardship leaves no memory

remember what I say

not everything will pass

if there is only one last as pen

standing tall at the end of the road

like a grave stone without an epitaph

the falling leaves will also speak

fading paling as they tumble

slowly they freeze over

holding our heavy footprints

of course, no one knows tomorrow

tomorrow begins from another dawn

when we will be fast asleep