The eyes of the crescent moon
Hang the flowers on the tree with a rope.
I stretch my arms.
Under the starry sky of the city
There are people's bodies.
That bunch of flowers is very close.
Become a dream parallel to the body
This tree is far away.
March is still like winter
The moon thought of ripples.
The human body wraps the heart.
The same scenery
Footsteps wander in the eyes
I can't touch sadness.
She was burned on the windowsill.
Like starlight
Sit on a curved boat
A leaf falls
Pick up a petal in the room
Second, I have never cared about you.
I never cared about you, my father.
I often open and close the bedroom door.
Sometimes he gets in my way.
I live in a warm room.
All this is taken for granted.
Hello, Sun.
This door can't cover the cold.
His cowardice scares me.
I never cared about you, my father.
I walked the road of my hometown.
Sometimes it can be bumpy.
He leads to his hometown.
All this is normal and natural.
Hello, Sun.
This road interrupted my steps.
His rudeness makes me angry.
I never cared about you, my father.
I only set foot on that road in my dreams.
Sure, Sun.
When you are asleep.
I can't find the door of thought anymore.
All this is normal and natural.
My father
You raised your hand rudely.
How ridiculous all this is.
Mother quietly twisted the corner of my quilt.
She secretly touched my forehead.
See a child who plays truant at the age of eight.
How ridiculous all this is.
I never cared about you, my father.
Mom has insomnia again, dad.
You sighed weakly.
Third, don't say possible.
Don't say maybe.
Who can stand the tears of empty branches?
Passing through peach blossoms in March.
Beautiful people.
Shao Hua fell to the ground.
The wrinkles of this sound
It's hard to calm down.
Sleeping eyebrows are red.
Throw it into the dream and pick it up one by one.
Whenever there is morning dew.
Fourth, the direction
She listened with her eyes closed.
My voice
I saw her.
Distance in the crowd.
I pursue it every day.
Wind chimes floating in Yuan Ye city
I comfort every day.
Wild flowers don't cry.
She is often behind the building.
Smile.
I pray every day.
Don't be nailed to the sky by clouds.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) dawn
Come here, my sheep
Early in the morning, it was already dark. Eyes trailing behind.
The wind laughed, this spring.
White fluff swept across the lawn.
My sheep, you sip dew.
A beach of different shades
Flowers bend over and can't touch footprints.
My sheep, you opened my eyes.
Goldfish swim in the blue sea.
Vilen came into my dream.
Sixth, the heart meridian
Empty spirit and noise
I pulled my hair.
A plate of breakfast for the host.
Sweat. Sweat.
Only when the roots are quiet can the heart be clean.
The master gave a tree.
A tree that hits the clock.