The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other.
But not together.
The furthest distance in the world
I didn't know you loved each other.
But not together.
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
But I have to pretend that I didn't take you at all
In my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning.
But I have to pretend that I didn't take you at all
In my heart
But with my indifferent heart
To those who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long time,
Long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Throw it again
Sighing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like drifting in a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She walked away silently,
Far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Dissipated,
Even hers.
Sighing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long time,
Long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.