Grateful for the last love and hate, floating in the light and water, nodding on the branches.
Life is like a floating cloud, which floats and leaves scars on the scenery.
Remember those gains and losses, such as crystal waves like water, and turn them into relics on the beach.
As if, let go of all your imagination and mine.
Myths and dreams are getting thinner and thinner.
Those stories and fairy tales are getting fuller and fuller.
Haha, in the toast, listening to the gunshot made me feel distressed.
Haha, wave, with a wry smile every spring and autumn.
Heartache, flesh and blood made sharp chopsticks.
(2)
The wonders of the past are in harmony with my artistic conception. On the path of green leaves, there comes a naked figure, full of emotions left by the sun, dancing with truth, goodness, beauty, ugliness and warmth on the wounds of the earth.
Life is like a dream. Really, on that fallen leaf, there are many ideas that have never existed before, releasing 1000 kinds of colorful colors that no one can think of, and beauty and ugliness are incomplete in that picture of life.
(3)
Things have changed. Yes, it's bleeding.
Colorful, good, swords and shadows.
Why is heaven and earth so big? Magnificent many lonely scenes.
Life is like the sea, how many people can be satisfied if the prime minister can punt in his stomach? !
Shan Ye, the forest, ripens in light and water.
As a result, both the sword and the sword made beautiful mistakes.
(4)
Holding that bird hair, I sighed a thousand times.
Meteor, rainbow, wind and rain ... are all falling into my emotional maze bit by bit. Ah, the space and world of the soul are full of unspeakable debts and helplessness. Everyone learned to cheat and fall for it, and buried their bones in the water.
Life and death, both cursed and lit incense. The blood on the lips has not been wiped away, but the smoke of the bonfire in which poets and philosophers fight each other permeates the whole earth and those human beings in painted skins.
(5)
Me, hiding in the sunshine, drinking sweet and sour.
Hiding in the moonlight, playing with truth, goodness, beauty and ugliness has become a scar on flowers and plants.
Full of sound and emotion, leaving behind the law of the jungle given by ancestors.
Finally, I was scared by his and her smiles, which truly reflected the mottling given by heaven and earth.
(6)
Show dreams, accompany lonely lights, follow poems, stay in dreams, talk nonsense and touch inspiration, so that all warmth and romance are true in mutual induction.
I, an unknown grass, felt the light and warmth for the first time under the kiss of the sun. Maybe I wait at the closed window at any cost in every spring and autumn, even at the last minute. ...
(7)
In this world, not all promises can be fulfilled.
I finally understood my promise. On the stage of life, there are many different roles, all playing different roles with me, doubting' bitterness and joy' again and again, right and wrong.
I always want to use my own experience to interpret and explain the so-called joys and sorrows of life, and I always want to see the world perfectly and vividly. Then, after she stood me up that time, she really realized and saw the helplessness and colorful life.
The preciousness of time makes us waste time constantly.
If we live in that real feeling for the first time, we will be innocent.
(8)
Why did she lie to me?
Why did she cheat my true feelings, because of those lonely loves?
All the reasons were covered up, thrilling and mottled his and her eyes.
I, a wounded bird, enjoy the pain alone.
I cursed the wind and rain on the bare branches.
I have to wave lonely shadows in the light and water.
Since then, the wings of our souls have been broken and sighed in the wind and rain.
(9)
Yes, it's so long and hard to break a dream, live a bird's feather and watch a primitive man. The tacit understanding with him has been swallowed up by his and her hunger and thirst. The warmth of the sky is intertwined with many unknown evils. Quietly open the doors and windows of your heart and listen to the heartbeat of your first kiss in the rhythm of music ... what do you want to say? It was the fiery eyes, the drunken words, and that time. A longing warms the body and mind. On the wonderful body, I wrote the password of life affectionately, leaving it to the third party who traveled across the mountains to decipher it, coming with those wonderful traps and thoughtless ideas in the depths of my heart. ...
( 10)
Where is home? The cry of wandering is colorful.
Seeing heaven and earth, haggard, hurriedly sharpening joys and sorrows, displaced in many incomprehensible processes.
The figure on the stone is covered with moss and spots, looking for hunger and thirst in the last hunger and cold.
Side by side with sunshine and wind and rain, candles hold all people and things.
Yes, I worship at my mother's call.
Yes, I matched yin and yang in my father's call.
( 1 1)
Because of this, inadvertently or intentionally, it appears in light and water.
The desire to soar in heaven and earth is full of scars all the time.
You and I, strangers, made a vow of life and were all exiled in the turbulent water.
Paper boats are drifting, carrying hearts that see through the world of mortals, and all hearts are scarred.
Is it wind or rain, dripping with you and me full of melancholy.
Cherish your dreams and ideas, because living in the world is very tiring.
So I daydreamed and sang endlessly. ...
( 12)
I, with a strong desire, hung on the branches, and the beginning and end of my life became a big circle and a big trap covered with flowers. I can't walk out of the territory of love and hate, across the valley, across the wilderness, no regrets, it's wonderful.
I know that as long as we treat each other sincerely, flowers and birds will sing.
I understand, selfless, extensive and overlapping life dreams.
I know that life is full of dreams, and bird feathers are ordinary and great.