Author San Mao
Pink peach blossom
Full of my dreams.
My eyes
Whether you open it or sleep.
Your fragrance is like rosy clouds.
Covering all my features.
Qingming, Grain Rain.
In the depth of time
I'll wait.
Waiting for a person's heart
There is a beautiful sadness.
I need it too much
It's just that the hope is too great.
Too many don't want to be apart.
You can't be together for long.
Had to let a long galaxy
Flowing past you and me
Peach blossom in March
Spring breeze, because I dare not know you.
A peach blossom, a touch of rosy brilliance,
When the eyes are full of spring flowers
No one has a result.
People who want results
We have to keep the season.
Go to the long summer and the first frost. ...
What I don't want is bees or butterflies.
Fly over the fence.
Who is talking about spring,
This is the best time of the year.
Carrying the thoughts of running water with a paper boat