1 "Farewell" How many farewells are there in life?
Only under the Tianshan Mountains, how urgent it is.
I ride horses.
Do you ride horses, too
I'm going after my horse.
You must catch the last bus.
Give you what?
The ice and snow are too cold.
The hot sand is too hot.
Weeds wilt easily when picked.
The stream dries up easily for you.
The sunset is so poetic.
But it's a little too much like blood
People always leave others.
Clear sky Wan Li, Tianshan moon.
Only the heart likes this grassland.
One year old and one glory, the residual snow has disappeared.
Everything on the earth is the center.
You can say goodbye anywhere.
No, don't ride this horse.
On the same drum surface
Beat the drums.
To connect future ideas.
Give you a background.
2 "The Summer of Parting" A breeze blew.
Welcome this summer.
The wheel of time turns very fast.
a short while
We will leave soon.
Dear teachers and classmates, we are about to part.
No matter where we are
Please don't forget each other.
Don't forget the hilarious scene in grade one.
Don't forget the love rain in the second day of junior high school.
Don't forget the tense music in grade three.
Don't leave with unhappiness.
Dear alma mater
How many bits and pieces have you recorded?
How many winds, frost and drizzle have been recorded?
How many color separations have been recorded?
See how many students have passed level three.
In this summer.
We're here to break up.
I wonder when we can get together again.
It is time to leave. Meet and fall in love.
Everything is so natural.
Walk through the snow
Heaven and earth are endless.
Yes,
There is only a trail of footprints behind him.
The north wind seems to be crying and calling.
The lonely pine tree is moaning.
Follow the north wind
Follow the direction where the footprints extend
I am destined to leave today.
You're gone
Is this predestined?
I growl, I pray.
But I still can't catch up with you.
This can be read silently.
Watching your back fade away.
I always have too many things to give up.
Too many farewells.
Tell you
But I can't say.
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4 "parting" is a sad drizzle.
Woven desolate and lingering.
The lyrics are sung at the fingertips.
But I can't draw a deep name in my heart
I can't get out of the deep thoughts in my bone marrow.
Qingshan is not old, but it is a snow-white head.
The green water is carefree, but the face is wrinkled by the wind.
Who holds the needle to twist the thread and light the candle?
Embroider the name on your heart with a needle and thread.
The lights are sparse, the people are sparsely populated, and it is deserted.
I waited quietly.
It seems to be a landscape carved by the years.
Sacrifice one's life for prosperity and beauty
Your fingertips slide through my tears.
Burned out my life's lovesickness.
I don't know your warm hands
Can you carry me for life?
Your frozen heart
Can you bear my deep affection for thousands of years?
Red dust is like a dream.
Loneliness falls in the dim moonlight.
Flowers swaying and falling
How many vicissitudes and gloom are there?
A faint parting
Full of profound thoughts
In a sudden look back
Roll up a curtain of fireworks
Then the light string sang indifferently, like water passing by.
Youmeng sandalwood
Through my mind
A place with bad dreams
Carve your smile gallery.
Write a note of tears
Like my vicissitudes of life
Winding to your distant heart
Your tenderness slides freely between my fingers.
Tonight, my mind sank into the ocean of sadness.
I can only let my thoughts touch your illusory and uncertain face.
Missing is like a roll
Weave your soul and dreams.
Time flies.
Leave some room for thought.
Pour out my thoughts.
Touch the smile you gave me.
Standing on the acacia coast
But I can't reach the other side.
Just because there is a dream on the other side, there is you in the dream.
be infatuated with
Falling flowers all over the sky
Love decides that all three lives are empty.
Smoke billowed around.
Thin sadness condenses into thoughts.
Let words bloom at your fingertips like flowers.
This is a sad scene.
Sigh young.
Withered in the fleeting time of the iron fence
Broken and poetic
The world of mortals is gentle
The withered flowers are lonely and prosperous.
A piece of music gently evokes a touch of sadness.
Falling on a sleepless night
You are like a soul.
Will you bring a bunch of flowers?
Listen to my thoughts.
A casual stare
Leave lingering tenderness in time.
Eyebrows droop.
A sad song made me suffer for half my life.
A chapter is broken, my life is safe.
I silently pursue your face in the shadow of the wind.
A tender feeling planted your shadow in my heart.
Take thought as soil and love as fertilizer.
Contains a beautiful long-cherished wish
I am under the moon and you are in my heart.
laugh in one's beard
Dip it gently
Write a song about lovesickness.
The past is gone.
A solitary lamp burned all my love.
A cup of hot tea has burned all my sad and happy years.
who is it? Who is whispering?
Singing forever, forever.
Who listened to the wind?
Thought it was a farewell song
In the distant days
Waiting for a lonely and desolate season.
The world of mortals sighs lightly.
A shy smile like a flower
Holding hands and waving sleeves
Shake off the misty dust on your fingertips.
In the past, who was in the water, waiting for the stone to turn?
Who is wrinkling in the quiet center deep in the flowers?
In the afterlife, who will be the lotus in that pool and feel at ease?
In this life, I promise to be with you forever.
Fall in love with the whole country and devote your life to it.