Makes me happy and afraid of the future.
You like to say that you are dust.
Occasionally naughty floats into my eyes.
I would rather cry than love you.
You really disappeared into the wind like dust.
You are my most painful choice.
Why do you never give up wandering?
The sea is so inseparable to you.
You always bring me a bag of sand.
It's rare to see me and then leave me.
Let the sand in that hand flow like tears.
Sand blown by the wind falls into sad eyes.
Everyone can see that I am waiting for you.
Sand blown by the wind accumulates in the heart.
This is a mark that no one can erase.
The sand blown by the wind passes through all the memories.
Everyone knows I'm thinking about you.
The sand blown by the wind is crying.
Did you predict the separation long ago?
You are my most painful choice.
Why do you never give up drifting?
The sea is so inseparable to you.
You always bring me a bag of sand.
It's rare to see me and then leave me.
Let the sand in that hand flow like tears.
Sand blown by the wind falls into sad eyes.
Everyone can see that I am waiting for you.
The wind blew. Sand accumulates in the heart.
This is a mark that no one can erase.
The sand blown by the wind passes through all the memories.
Everyone knows I'm thinking about you.
The sand blown by the wind is crying.
Did you predict the separation long ago?
The sand blown by the wind is crying. "
This is the lyrics of "The Crying Sand" written by Lin Qiuli. The original singer was Huang Yingying. For Weeping Sand, both words and melody really floated to the depths of my soul like sand. In autumn, I always feel that every song has its own story. Then Weeping Sand must be a very sentimental and emotional love story. By chance, I saw a story about "crying sand".
A man, he is a sailor. He goes out sailing every year. Every time we sail, it's half a year. ...
The woman said to him, "Where are you going?"
The man replied, "I may go to Europe!" " "
The woman said to him again, "Go to Europe? ! Then will you go to Holland? ! "
The man replied, "Yes!"
The woman happily said to the man, "There are clogs and shoes made of wood in Holland.
Can you bring me a pair? ! "The man agreed. ...
A year later, the ship returned to the port and landed. ...
The man remembered his oath a year ago and forgot to bring back the clogs he promised to the woman. ...
The man thought, "My life is decided by the sea. I may encounter a hurricane or tsunami somewhere.
Life is over. My promise to a woman is to give her my life. "
So when the man got off the boat, he went to the beach, grabbed a handful of sand, put it in his pocket and took it back to the woman. ...
The man thought, "This is my life, my life, and I decided to give my most precious thing to a woman."
The man went home happily, and as soon as he entered the house, he said happily to the woman, "Come ~ I brought your gift back."
He grabbed a handful of sand from his pocket and gave it to the woman. ...
Of course, women understand what all this means ... but the sand keeps running down their fingers. ...
The woman said to the man, "I know your heart, but the sand keeps slipping from your fingers, just like your people."
You come back once every six months, and I don't know when I will lose you.
You really brought my nightmare back today. ...
You bring back what you think is important,
This thing gradually disappeared in my hand. You're telling me I can't hug you.
As soon as my finger is loose, I get an empty one. ......