Vì tâm trí mình chẳng thể nhớ. Sao tâm can mình chẳng thế nhớ. Ta không sao chạy thoát màn đêm. Ta không sao chạy thoát màn đêm. Trôi đi ! Trôi đi ! On the flow. Trôi đi ! Trôi đi ! On the flow. Yếu ớ
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