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没人知道我少女时代有个伙伴叫来歌。没人听到过我在一片漫染着青柞叶气息的山野里叫她:歌姐、歌姐、歌姐……没人知道我四十岁的时候常常想起她来,在大雪笼罩的夜晚翻出那个蓝色的日记本。没人听我讲述过我和歌姐的故事;我和歌姐共有的那段纯洁而又浪漫的岁月,在这个
No one knows when I was a girl girl called a song. No one heard me in a field filled with breath of green oak leaves called her: song sister, song sister, song sister ... no one knows when I was 40 years old often think of her, in the snow-covered night Turn out the blue diary. No one listened to me tell me the story of the song and my sister and I share that pure and romantic years, in this