In the spark of friction between wind and time
Slowly, without regret, I gave it to our children.
40 years without chaos.
The future remains deep and mysterious.
Like blue wine.
In the blink of an eye, it will light up.
You and I have never walked arm in arm on the way to school.
I didn't share the shy pink diary of my girlhood.
Meet unexpectedly and then start again.
In the most sensitive and blooming years of you and me
The dying flower looks like a song.
The best friend The best friend is the fragrance submerged in friendship.
How I wish
When I cry very easily
You can bless me from a distance.
The sound of prayer turned into the soft sound of rain.
From a vague distance
Like a swallow in spring flying into my heart.
So I will hide all my tears in my heart.
It has been treasured for a long time.
How much I want it.
You can walk into the sadness in your dreams among the stars.
I can do it for you from a distance.
Gently remove the troubles between the brow.
From the green side of the flower tree
Like a cloud, it has been floating into your sadness.
There will be chapters for you and me.
We robbed each other of their cold loneliness.
Fly together in the colorful clouds
Turn around the four seasons and paint pictures of wind, frost, rain and snow.
Always looking for a fantasy harbor.
The moon shadow is dotted with undulating stars.
Yingying is indifferent to the coolness outside your window and mine.