Distinguish the direction of dreams by the sound outside the window
There is no last drop of rain on the eaves.
All the blessings are reduced to ashes.
There is no possibility of re-ignition
Stiff hands, no cigarettes, endless sadness
The piano kept playing, and there were no mice wandering around.
Only white walls and dim lights.
Countless books with beautiful names.
Love poems have become a sin.
I don't know who to write to.
Dream, dream of a pond full of flowers, countless fish swimming.
With flags flying, the night in Daodingcheng should be beautiful.
If you cling to your heart, you can't finish drinking.
How to dump, for whom to be silent.
Sing for who?
On the rabbit's tail
There is no naked shadow.
The hip flask is hanging, and a hat is hanging on the wall.
I've heard nursery rhymes with your name on them.
Don't break the glass at night.
I can't see the death star.
I don't love you because of my glory.
It's not because of loneliness.
Love is silent.
If you lend me a gust of wind, where will it blow?
Give me an ideal city, what kind of soul?
All the aimless storms
Inadvertently covered with lichen
Desolation is not a garden of faith.
But the land you once loved.
If we never met, we wouldn't be together.
Will they be happy, like a blooming morning?
Birds fall, kapok confesses
All the unpublished "Where are you going".
They are full of sadness and happiness for the rest of their lives.
Trying to find the meaning of loneliness in winter
Only snow without footprints can explain the problem.
The snow-white world does not need singing.
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Bedroom, good night,