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Standing by the Jin’an River,

Arms spread wide,

When you find a way home,

Doesn’t mean reaching the end of the road,

At this moment we’re reminded it’s time to turn,

Now, drinking late into the night,

The cups clink together,

It’s all the sound of shattering,

Amid chatter and laughter,

Who would cling to a place worth escaping from,

May I use ten years of time,

Breaking into a hug,