Maybe I'll sneak into the dream,
Where fireflies fly,
Give you a romantic petal rain.
If one day, I turn around and leave,
Please forget the drunken promise after dusk,
Find a reason to convince yourself,
Don't let mourning disturb the changes of the years.
If one day, I turn around and leave,
Maybe I'll bring a cloud,
In a quiet and elegant way,
Hidden in the story of flowers.
If one day, I turn around and leave,
Please don't covet the beautiful scenery of the rainy lane.
Let the fleeting fireworks burn out the melancholy,
Greet the flying season with a chic attitude.
If one day, I turn around and leave,
Maybe I'll be shrouded in mist and rain,
Writing in a vague way,
Leave a mysterious ending.
If one day, I turn around and leave,
Please, you'd better forget this encounter.
Stop looking for traces left in the wind,
Ask me if I have a return date.
Waiting, slowly cocoon in loneliness
The moonlight falls on the eaves,
Xia Feng, over and over again.
An old song struck a chord repeatedly,
A cup full of worries to swallow alone.
This familiar street,
The dim light is the same as before.
The lonely shadow lingers,
Waiting to slowly cocoon in loneliness.
Flowers are in full bloom and people love them.
It is difficult to leave residual smoke after the fireworks are gone.
It turns out that some fate,
Destined to escape from the ashes.
Tonight, whose mood is wavering,
Like a swing swinging in the wind,
The way is cool,
Crazy wet thoughts?
A sigh cannot write the notes of love,
Who can erase lingering love?
Where did the clouds go,
Whether, can we meet again at the meeting place?
If your fingertips can't touch your old face,
Then gently brush past events,
Turn yourself into a dead-leaf butterfly,
Fly away gradually in the colorful scenery ...
Wen solo dancer, member of Shanghai Writers Association.