Moon over the West River • Snowfall
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West River Moon • Snow Falling
Dawn quiet listening to snow falling, loneliness full cup, many grudges.
Old people scattered by white flowers, sorrowful, who can I speak to?
Looking at the road, the door is tightly locked, Eila ran towards me.
A thousand miles of journey to deliver food, then paint thousands of homes with lights.
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