How lucky I am to have a counsellor for my weakness,
Just as the dry land swallowed by heavy rains,
Weren't we like two deers that dance over the mountain ?
I know that I shouldn't run again,
My dear friend, hear the songs of river,
Where the moonlight reflects on the water,
And I want to be your friend forever.
Friend Forever
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