Life course, heavy vicissitudes.
The years are long and leisurely.
Faint and deep, how deep, ups and downs, quiet and indifferent, do not disgrace the mission.
Undercurrent surging, sweeping Changfeng, wind and waves beating against the coast, affectionate.
The boat of memory, along the river of memory, carries me from the reincarnation of past lives to the encounter of this life.
The ferry of life, I can't remember clearly, I can't remember the grievances of my previous life, and it looks vague, as if it were an illusion in my dream.
I stand in the river of years and look at it wholeheartedly. In the vast sea of clouds, you are far away from me.
Only the wind, only the wind whimpers gently around me, and the solemnity of the night is my expression alone.
Dream-like encounters hover in my heart, like myths and legends, attacking my dreams again and again, really.
Spinning in front of me, with the memory of the stars and the brilliance of the stars, can you? Could it be the love between you and me in previous lives, spinning when you and I met in this life?
Years of wind and frost, Changfeng is crying at that time, but in the oath, I can't find what you and I used to look like and have.
When Changfeng sings, he is just a dust falling in the wind and rain, ordinary and simple, ordinary and small.
The fairyland on earth is real and ethereal, like white clouds, leisurely and elegant.
The world of mortals is strange. I stand in the middle of the night, silently healing, and I can't see the oasis in the distance.
The ocean of pain is endless, and there is no turning back. When I leave, I hope I am still beautiful.
Stand by and watch Naiheqiao, and take another look at this life in my memory. When I walk at the end of Naihe Bridge, can I? Can you be attached to this life?
The flowers on the other side are blooming brightly, which is the only scenery and my favorite color. I stood at the last intersection, watching my last fireworks in this world.
In the fireworks, I love you deeply, and I want to keep you deeply in my heart. If there is an afterlife, you and I can recognize each other at a glance, so I won't miss it again and leave you alone.
I am still dressed in white, my long hair is fluttering, my pen is simple, gentle and beautiful, and I write beautiful poems for you and me.
Honey, you must, you must hold my hand and don't lose each other again, okay?
In this life, the night is long and the wind and rain are shaky. It is my own trek, pale and calm.
If there is an afterlife, you and I will still meet beautifully. I am willing to spend my life just waiting for you, and I have no regrets in my life. ...