Author: Xu Zhimo
I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dim light outside,
Just like looking to the future,
My heart shook my ears.
Why haven't you come yet? hope
Flowers are allowed to bloom every minute.
I'm waiting for your footsteps,
Your jokes, your face,
Your soft hair,
Everything is waiting for you,
I hope that every minute,
Go to hell. -Where are you?
I want you to make my heart ache,
I want you to smile like a flame,
Want your flexible waist,
I want you to put a flying star in the corner of your eye,
I fell into a drunken atmosphere,
Like an island,
Floating and sinking involuntarily in the vast green waves. ...
Oh, I want to eat it so much
Your arrival, longing
That magical yutan,
Open the top of time
Why don't you come? Do you have the heart?
You know, I know you know.
It was a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,
Kill the spring in my life,
Teach darkness as solid as iron in the mine.
Oppressing my thoughts and breathing,
Hand me over, like a prisoner.
Jealousy and sadness are the shame of life.
And the cruelty of despair.
This may be an illusion. This is an illusion.
I believe I am crazy, but I can't dial one.
A rudder that has been oriented,
Wanfang's wind and interest don't allow me to be depressed.
I can't look back,
Fate drives me!
I also know that this is mainly for
The road to destruction; but
For you, for you.
I am willing to do anything;
This is not only my passion,
My only reason is also.
Idiot! Trying to crush a tiny life.
To touch a woman's heart!
If you want to win, you can win at most.
A tear of hers
Her heart ached,
Unexpectedly, I made a half-hearted sneer;
But I am willing, even if
The news of my pink body has arrived
Her heart seemed to spread.
A stubborn stone, she regards me as
A mouse in the cellar, a bug
I still want to!
Crazy truth is unconditional,
God, he can't bring one back.
Obsessed as a general.
Sometimes soldiers who were on the verge of death will be brought back.
In vain, everything is in vain,
Your absence is undeniable,
Otherwise, there is a burning fire in my heart.
Hunger, everything to you,
Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet,
How to love and pray
Cann't shorten it by an inch
The distance between you and me!
The outdoor dusk has come.
Condensed into the darkness of night,
Ice and snow hung on the branches,
The blackbirds stopped singing.
Silence is the universe of unanimous mourning.
The hands on the clock are constantly comparing.
Mysterious gestures, like pointing,
Such as sympathy, such as ridicule,
Whenever I touch this point, I feel
My own heart
The death knell was buried alive.