Candles (Style 1)
Flowers made of tears,
broken in an instant.
The world is cried out with tears,
He cheers for you with success.
Everything will pass,
Your warmth will still be preserved in my heart.
The dawn is built with tears,
The rising sun is a god beyond reach.
A song composed with tears,
It smells of nostalgia for a moment.
Everything is a dream,
The primitive touch earns loneliness.
I held my head and cried:
I still have the warmth you gave me in my heart.
You are my mother’s eyes,
the clothes that have been mended countless times.
You are the beacon of light for warriors,
Browse countless scrolls.
You are the poet’s teardrops,
I wrote touching poems for you!
I am not a tung oil lamp,
but a beautiful candle!
Candle (Style 2)
Flowers made of tears,
broken in an instant.
I wanted to give you my extravagant hope,
But I couldn’t stand the wind and left.
The world is cried out with tears,
He cheers for you with success.
The pain is hidden in the bottom of the deep sea,
The sorrow that has been endured comes out.
Everything is in the past,
I still have your warmth in my heart.
The dawn is built with tears,
The rising sun is a god beyond reach.
The person I miss——
Watching the long journey back.
A song composed with tears,
It smells of nostalgia for a moment.
How much I want to run and sing in a bamboo tube,
Even in disguise, I am not a flute player!
Everything is an illusion,
Everything is a dream.
I held my head and cried:
Your tenderness is still hidden in my heart!
Those who have laughed and cried,
Let the original touch accompany loneliness.
You are my mother’s eyes,
The clothes that have been mended countless times!
You are the beacon of the warrior,
Browse the mountains of pictures;
You are the teardrop of the poet,
Write a poem for the nobles. The first poem.
I am not a fluorescent lamp,
but an ugly candle!