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春花秋月何时了 Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end? How many past events I've known. The east wind buffeted my room again last night, I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country. The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there, The people's rosy cheeks are all that's changed. How much sorrow can one man have to bear? As much as a river of spring water flowing east.