Men ask the way to Cold Mountain.

Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.

In summer, ice doesn't melt,

The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.

How did I make it?

My heart's not the same as yours.

If your heart was like mine

You'd get it and be right here.
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