Time flies, make a book.
When you are alone, you will cross mountains and mountains, and when you are alone, you will cross the four seasons.
Prolonging the night and trying to kill the romantic starlight with you,
Some people drink under the lamp, and some people worry me.
Stay under the bridge at night and listen to the new play. I'll bring a pot of wine to watch you bake a new cake. I want to walk from youth to ancient times.
In the flower shop under the curtain, Rose tells Yan Feng the story of the wilderness.
The night is romantic in blue and orange.
I only have a rose in my pocket, but this trip is still far away.
Since then, times have changed, and Qian Shan Road is in the same boat through thick and thin.
I want to share everything with you, the warm sunshine in the morning and the vast night sky, the beauty of the past and the beauty of the rest of my life.
Every youth will grow old, but I hope you will always be good in my memory.
Save a bag of stars, the enemy's long years are worth romance and love.
You are an old play I can't get enough of, and a firework I can't see.
No one knows about the romantic escape on Sunset Avenue except the wind.
There are mountains and rivers in your eyes, which are more immortal than anything I pass by.
I am waiting for a breeze, waiting for the dawn to stop in the starry sky, waiting for you and me to fall into the starry sky, waiting for me.
Falling in love with you is beautiful, but I keep my mouth shut, but there is loss and glory in the world.
Boundless time and space, boundless sea of people, meet you, don't forget.
You are a metaphor between the lines, hidden at the beginning, hidden at the end, smiling in the sentence, affectionate in the rhyme, without you in every sentence, with you in every sentence.