I dream in the red orange after the rain, and you look in my black and white eyes.
The trace of clear rain disappeared in the distance of white clouds.
The reflection is clear to hear you sing softly, and the balance of laughter holds up hope and sunset.
The night is full of tears and rain, and the moonlight is wet beside me.
Second, "Well, we won't wander together anymore."
Well, let's stop roaming together and kill this deep night.
Although this heart is still infatuated, although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can pierce the scabbard and the soul can pierce the chest.
This heart, it has to stop breathing, and love has to rest.
Although night is for love, it will soon be day again.
But in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
Third, "After the Rain"
Life can actually be a poem.
If you can let me move forward slowly, I hope and look for it quietly.
As the twilight deepened, I walked through the unknown mud.
In the dark clouds, finally shed tears.
For all missed or missed encounters.
Life is always a poem in the end
My heart will be cleaner after the rainstorm.
If you are willing to wait, everything is a cloud.
Fourth, "memory"
Please come to me, when I get old, my blood gas drops and my nerves tingle.
When my heart is heavy, when the function of life is numb.
Please come to my side, just like my senses, suffering from irresistible self-confidence pain.
And time scatters dust like a madman, and life sprays flames like revenge.
Please come to me when my faith dries up.
People are like flying insects in early spring, spawning, stinging, buzzing, weaving into a cocoon and waiting for death.
Please come to my side, when I die, it marks the end of the struggle for life.
On the dark edge of the lower part of life, point out the dawn of an eternal day.
V. "Snowflakes"
Silent loneliness is like rain, fluttering and falling one by one.
When the weather is cold, the cold crystal is looking for jade-like interweaving, like a flower like a dream.
Send me a white maple leaf in the distant autumn.
The map on the leaves is our connection. I cover the earth with leaves.
You missed that day, but you can still remember it.