Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li. Drifting clouds echo the traveller`s thoughts, The setting sun reflects my old friend`s feelings. You wave your hand and set off from this place, Your horse whinnies as it leaves.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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