You poured me a farewell wine.
And I,
But full of heartbreaking tears.
Don't tell me,
You cherish me,
These past love stories,
The poems you wrote in the years.
Who will be outside the window at dusk,
Read me a little poem.
The joyful crowd dispersed,
Who will warm this lonely space?
Maybe we should sit down,
Have a cup of tea quietly,
Say your wishes for the future.
I don't care if I can succeed,
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
All you care about is hardship,
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life,
Everything, as expected.
But, I don't know,
When we want to laugh,
What if it is,
Tears streamed down her face.
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget.
Thousands of miles of solitary graves,
Nowhere to talk about desolation.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Take care of each other,
Only a thousand lines of tears.
youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart