Don't want you to go, time stays for me; Missing is like a lingering willow, rippling in my heart. I don't want you to go, love and hate are long, and love is like a dream mirror. Parting, the past remains the same, parting, old friends waving, parting, sunset reflection, parting, falling red is also sad.
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
Where will Lang go today if he doesn't want to take Lang's clothes?
I won't blame you for coming back late. You can't go to Lin Qiong.
In spring
You flick your handkerchief.
Is to let me leave.
Or return immediately?
No, nothing.
Because there is nothing.
Like a fallen flower in the water
Like dew on a flower
Only the shadow knows.
Only wind energy knows.
Only sighing butterflies sweep up.
Still flying in my heart. .....
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?