Time flies
The melody from ten years ago echoes in my mind,
So, melancholy.
The wind recited Shakespeare’s tragedy,
Sigh, sigh.
Sing lightly, facing the sun,
< p> The haze in my heart is swelling.
If this is called growth,
I would like to become the wind and float around the world!
When all dreams turn into confusion,
< p> Only then do you know how to grow, which is another name for getting hurt.
When fate begins to sigh,
I see this in heaven, dirty!
Contemplation, fantasy,
Pick off the moon of the Tang Dynasty,
Take a scoop of cold moonlight,
Dedicated to my growing old heart!
I wrote it myself, there is absolutely nothing the same!