I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
I am in a dream,
I am whirling in the light wave of the dream.
I don't know
which direction the wind is blowing-
I'm dreaming,
her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know
which direction the wind is blowing-
I'm in a dream,
sweetness is the brilliance in the dream.
I don't know
which direction the wind is blowing-
I was in a dream,
she was ungrateful, and I was sad.
I don't know
which direction the wind blows-
I was in a dream,
and my heart was broken in the sadness of the dream!
I don't know
which direction the wind is blowing-
I'm in a dream,
gloom is the brilliance in the dream.
Xu zhimo's what is love
is selected from poems of zhimo
what is love for him?
I was not born when he came;
The sun has been shining for me for more than 2 years.
I am just a child, and I don't know any worries.
Suddenly one day-I love and hate it.
My heart itches a little.
It was the first time in my life that I was cheated.
Some people said it was hurt-touch my chest.
I was not born when he came.
What was it like to fall in love with him?
I've changed since then. A horse without a halter
runs all over the desolate wilderness of life:
It's like the Chu people who offered rough jade in ancient times.
Pointing at the heart, he said that there was truth in it.
If you don't believe me, you'll cut my heart.
See if that bloody slap is jade or not.
blood! That heartless slaughter, my soul!
who forced me to send the last question?
question! This time I'm glad I woke up from my dream.
God, I'm not sick, so I won't moan to you again!
I don't want to be immortal, Penglai is not my share;
I just want this ground, and I'd rather be a quiet person.
I'll never ask what love is again.
Anyway, I wasn't born when he came!