Time goes by, life is so short
The goose gets fried, I claim the throat

Your carved name in the reminiscence of my memory
Will never be ravaged by time
For it is a sculpture of nature, just like ravine

You were standing on the bridge front
Saying farewell to our joint goodbye
With the drum sadly moaning in the night
We stood, like a train buried in the snow

I was a stout lad in those days
Carefree fighting for my future
And now, I

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