Dunzhe Ling
I can't write a word in the weeds.
But you don't really need this word.
You just need me to snuggle up gently
A gloomy sky
Like my head.
Always wandering, wandering
We only do it when it rains.
Get together.
But everything is no longer beautiful.
Rain is mixed with dirt, filth, blood and tears, and there is still time.
Will leave a long scar on the ground.
Besides, you and I are both tender and naive.
From then on, I dare not say that I am young.
From then on, I dare not say that I know love.
From then on, I dare not say it doesn't matter.
We get together and say that the years are quiet.
We broke up and said that the years were quiet.
It is true that the years are quiet.
We always thought so.
But we are not years.
I tasted your tears today.
Those are my tears, too
It is also the tears of the years.
The fragility of the world belongs to everyone.
Tonight, I still belong to you
Belong to your fragile snuggling
Tomorrow, I will belong to my own snuggle.
The years are quiet and everything is calm.
The girl I love
You must always be young.
You must keep silent all the time.
You must love me forever.
The years are quiet, and there is no regret in this life!