Not just loneliness.
You will think of me.
Not just loneliness.
You'll walk into me
If this is true,
I will be you. What?
This is not just lost time.
I will cherish
It's not just pain.
You will remember me.
If this is true,
I will be you. What?
Don't tell me your love
You don't know what love is.
Don't tell me your love
You don't know what love is.
2。 wait for
It's like an irregular date.
year after year
I waited a long time.
Next to the ginkgo tree
The leaves changed from green to yellow.
Wandering and dispersion
I'm still waiting
Waiting for the stranger's face
Don't ask me, I don't know.
Who am I waiting for?
I only know his arrival.
I'm the one who can get him to confirm
Because I believe
At present, he works day and night.
There are many clues.
The book of tide books
3。
A private agreement
If you wait, your promise is warm. I am willing to soul.
The only light that can communicate with you.
My young appearance. My freedom.
I don't trust you anymore.
I don't believe you, if this is my hand, it will always be there.
Don't believe the shadow behind you, you will let go of my white love.
I just watched you go away.
An agreement that is doomed to never end.
In the dark, I saw their hearts,
As old as flowers.
No pain. No tears.
Only peace.
If you don't want to lose yourself, you can shake hands with neon lights and go to any bar. I just don't want to leave a bowl of barley tea in the sunny alley in the afternoon.
I only dance with bats at night. The branches are in bud, don't let your favorite flower-if you don't fool around in the shadows until dawn!
Only white marble railings are more reliable. You held me instead of leaning on it, but I was enthusiastic for more than a thousand times. I can even warm it-if you still feel cold, I'd rather let it warm you. My dream is frozen in an ice cave.
Tonight, as long as there is a glass of wine, I can accompany the cold stone until dawn.
In the noise, open a book, at the starting point of silence, broken in the mirror.
Your face was kidnapped by exhaust gas. After the star retired, I read Shichahai and read fragments of life.
The smell of coffee rushed out of the porthole of the ship and shook on the lotus leaf of the dragonfly preparing to fly.
In order to let small fish swim in the lake, we must work together to prevent mosquito bites and break the calm water.
My eyesight has deteriorated so badly that I don't even have butterflies.
I want to sing, but the cicada has slipped from the top of the tree, is about to be buried, and has completed its transformation.