Let her land Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six Ho Lu Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six Let her land

[ti:let her down.
she has no fireworks.
does not migrate like birds
is just a flying kite
is free from the pain of your heart
's memories are in your hands
if you can let her down
the sky is free from the end
would rather be a boat if you were the sea
lets her drift in your heart
this world is too much of a flourishing world
figures cross and pass by
she walked by only she walked by
let you stop
's silence of two hearts is no longer silent
if you can let her down
the sky is free from the end
knows that heart is too lonely in the wind
let her stay in your arms
if you can let her down
the sky is free from the end
knows that heart is too lonely in the wind
let her stay in your arms
would rather be a boat if you were the sea
at least let her fall in your arms
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