You hide all your pain in silence.
The days are still with you every day.
Will the future return to reality?
Is Castle Peak still full of spring breeze?
Will Wall go with you at night?
Black hair that hides youth and ballads.
I let go of everything, but I still can't let go of myself.
The vows of the seas run dry and the rocks crumble are waiting for you in the water
Once upon a time, I put a dream on my dresser for my heart.
Smiling face has been hiding in the mirror secretly pleased.
On the night of measuring one's hopes.
You set out alone
From then on, you are no longer an innocent girl.
I won't be my bride either.
All the stories are deposited in the deep mountains.
Precipitate into lonely weeds.
The back is torn.
If you don't tell me, I understand.
You are not the Yangtze River, much less the Yellow River.
You are a long river in my life.
Flowing in my dreams day and night.
Modern Poetry of the River 2 What a beautiful night with bright lights.
You smiled and slowly led me to the other side.
Rising tide
It's the swelling love in my chest.
What a beautiful and flustered night.
Please forgive me for having to sing.
Want to look down at my starry sky and call softly.
The starry sky is not as good as.
Sitting in the bow, you are dazzling.
I almost mistook it for happiness at hand.
Looking up from an obscure corner
No one can solve my sadness.
Before all life appeared.
It's not that I don't know that I should dodge and escape.
But on such a beautiful night.
There is a desire hidden, but never allowed.
Just turn your eyes.
A moment's love from heart to skin.
I am a moth running to the blazing flame.
It will turn to ashes after burning.
But if you refuse to burn
What can I leave behind in the future?
Except for one that gradually thickens and breaks.
A heart that gradually loses its luster in the dust.
So I jumped into the fire.
Jumping at the temptation set by fate in the dark.
With my beautiful songs and sincere poems.
I grew up with a gentle and shy woman.
What can you do in life?
The ultimate for you
In legend, they like to add happy endings.
Only I know that reeds are wet in the fog.
How I watched you drift away.
The song stopped when the lights went out one by one.
Everything you left behind in the underground river
Finally, I can only be whispered by many people under the stars.
Your past, my last night