It is late at night,
turn off the light!
I am afraid of the looks usurpation.
The wind blows;
the crazy wind blows towards us
from the mountain side,
and I do not feel in secure.
It is late at night,
and our time is tight;
come on,let us go,
come on!
before the wind reaches us,
we should be gone.
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