Is it cloudy night or the tidal sound flowing from the other shore, which conjures up overlapping foggy shadows, and wakes up when I sink
My wet eyes are hazy with mist, and the pain comes from my barren eyes
The clock wakes up the thoughts beside my pillow, and the beautiful image of my dream is in rags at night. Swaying has become a rehearsal of a phantom dream, which conflicts with the entanglement of reality. At night, I let my sobs slip over the edge of the night, and I still want to talk, sighing in my ear. The moonlight reflects my melancholy heart. You didn't pay attention to every detail, but I stayed in my heart.
Because, Whose sadness was left behind
Once upon a time, the plum garden was a hundred miles red, and I was drunk. The spring breeze, suffering from acacia all over the place, provoked a lifetime of entanglement
Love, being missed as a lonely person, being cut into a specimen frame and suffering forever in a brand
As soon as possible, acacia lost many spring worries, and the autumn rain fell. You can keep silent
Your silence has made me understand the humbleness of your thoughts
The years have fallen and fallen, and the world of mortals is covered with sorrow and sorrow on the face and forehead, depicting the heart plate that refuses to grow old after vicissitudes of life
I want to break free from this tangled rope and dig out the silence of crying in the grave
I whip the brand in the depths of my soul, and I am moved for a moment, comforting my thoughts on the way to forgetting Sichuan. In the wind, drifting over the young dreams, clinging to the spotless ghost
Watchman has carved the reincarnation of a thousand years into the appearance of first acquaintance, and a suit cut by acacia has stumbled in the old days
Can you remove the veins of palm prints, but despite the pain, it can erase an unforgettable part
From then on, I will no longer mourn and sing the endless acacia
Shallow moon will drink a glass of water. Drunk reading the dreamlike years
In the eternity of reincarnation, time has already trapped my heart in this leaf ark, stranding the joys and sorrows of this season after season
hovering in the scars of life journey, tearing the watch of joys and sorrows into a life-and-death slogan that I don't want to call a curtain call
The years have passed, but I can't overlap the time, and the graceful melody is rushing to find those who haven't continued in the fleeting time. And I am like a fish struggling in weak water, but you cross the sea in a corner of heaven and earth
and dream at midnight. Those residual temperatures are like gossamer winds around your ears, and your tired heart has long been unable to bear this desolate
A closed door has left the hard-to-reach distance on the drifting road
Waiting for an appointment, lost in the dream of meeting again and again
Like a one-man show. An endless watch
a drifting straw, spinning in the confused sea, can't make a boat
an infatuated hope, a cup of cold and warm time, a song of mountain rhyme, singing all the worries of the ends of the earth
a burst of flying flowers and tears, peeling off the last lament, will cling to the moss of the years, covered in ruthless expectations and become a fate silently.