Pick up a thin pen
Write ancient poems
Under the Naihe Bridge, in front of Meng Po Tang
Will you still Thinking of me
Under the Naihe Bridge, in front of Meng Po Tang
What I still think of is you
I will describe our paradise forever
You pushed me to hell
I looked up at your existence in hell
But no trace of you was found
I am always there Searching
Until eternity turns into a sea of ??suffering
But there is no other shore since then
Time has aged everything
But memories have become For eternity
The past I won’t tell
It’s the sadness you don’t understand
Maybe we are really wrong
We are all Too young
Forgot the pain of time
Don’t understand how much love can hurt
My heart is cold when I miss you, my hair is half gray
Swinging the sword to cut off tears, memories have become old
Thousands of years of looking back turn into lovesickness, I only allow you to fall in love for one lifetime
How many times have dreams come back thousands of times, how many times have you woken up in the middle of the night< /p>
In vain, I discovered that it was a dream
Sitting alone on the bedside, watching the lovesickness turn into rain
Falling into my heart, sighing silently
But I shed tears
The warm breeze at midnight is the season of crying in the rain