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You don't have to say anything. The strong wind bothers me. What do you mean?

You don't have to say anything about the wild wind, but the environment is foggy and confused. I can't see the direction clearly, so I can only love you silently where no one is. The whole sentence is: the dim star is like your eyes, killing and setting fire, you don't have to say anything, and the wind bothers me.

This sentence comes from the song Mohe Ballroom, which was written, composed and sung by Liu Shuang. It was released on June 5, 2020/kloc-0 and included in the album1st. Planet.

The lyrics are:

I have never seen a village where the aurora appears.

I have never seen anyone set off fireworks in the middle of the night.

The evening star is like your eyes, killing and setting fire.

You didn't say anything. The strong wind disturbed me.

I came across you three thousand miles away.

Skirts are dancing in the garden.

The light at the bottom shook the morning light.

In Mohe ballroom 1980.

If you have time

You will come to see me, won't you?

See how the heavy snow ages.

How do my eyes melt?

If you see me.

Please turn around and be surprised.

I'm afraid my tears and my white hair are like a shameful joke.

I have never seen a village where the aurora appears.

I have never seen anyone set off fireworks in the middle of the night.

The evening star is like your eyes, killing and setting fire.

You don't have to say anything. The strong wind bothers me.

But you angered the gods.

You are too young to go.

It's all your fault that the mountains are cold.

In a person's Mohe ballroom

If you have time

You will come to see me, won't you?

See how the heavy snow ages.

How do my eyes melt?

If you see me.

Please turn around and be surprised.

I'm afraid my tears and my white hair are like a shameful joke.

If there ever comes a day when

My faith suddenly collapsed.

There are no flowers in the garden of this city.

The voice on the radio is hoarse.

If one day.

Will you run to me?

Dust enters the sea.