Forget the time-space butterfly with broken wings,
You will never find it.
The world I imagined in my dream,
I can't understand the love and hate in the world.
Simple tears in the starry sky fly between wishes and dreams,
Let me watch the fireworks bloom alone,
Be gentle with copperas.
Night covered the veil mask,
Accompany through those years.
Never look back, black abyss.
Angel wings, please take me flying,
Fly to the road you have traveled and be with you in heaven.
Confused and confused, I hate not to forget.
Cherry blossoms are flying in March, and I can only understand it if I try.
Flowers bloom and fall,
You're going to a country I'll never be able to visit in my life.
But where you are, it is both eternal and eternal.
Wei Hui & Feeling
The flying dust falls with loneliness.
Spreading the aftertaste of life and death, with a dark history, revealing a blank look and instantly forgetting;
Those lost memories,
Suddenly, the wind is blowing in the wind.
Confused in the dark, smiling in the sun.
That's not the end-my future didn't end in despair,
With the illusion and hope of being rescued, I began to wait quietly. ...
Where's my poem?
Cold water & grasping ice & heavenly dream
The coldness of water seeped into my consciousness,
It seems to be crossed by the murderous look of a sword;
Countless lamps fell to the ground,
Fall into endless darkness,
Without a pair of fairy wings,
Can fly across the blue sky,
Must be the eyes of the night,
Quietly swallowed up the dream,
Sword of vengeance invaded my world;
A person's life is like an infinite cycle of love.
… … … … …
Dream & Decoration & Memory
A dream came, bringing the dawn of hope;
A dream has gone, leaving only a mess;
I went to bed,
Forget in a dream;
I woke up,
Recall it in reality.
Remember countless memories I don't want to count!
… … … …
-Cherish and cherish-
Cherish unforgettable feelings,
Love is deep, but the heart is far away.
Cherish the sweetness at this time,
Cherish eternal feelings.
Silent feelings
There will always be times like this.
Ai sureba koso
Just sneak away.
Avoid profit.
What I can't hide is that.
Silent feelings
Walking in the moonlight
Wandering in sleep
Emotional problem
I often don't understand.
You don't want love.
It's not that I don't love.
I'm scared.
Love is also a kind of injury.
Those years, Wanli
In those years,
I walked across the Naihe Bridge and listened to the plaintive and lingering cries of the forgotten river.
I never thought about it, but I forgot that piece of Sansheng stone with immortal legend.
Even Meng Po Tang Can, who was drunk, could not corrupt this unforgettable experience.
In those years,
There is a wonderful stage play,
Nobody wants it to end,
Looking forward to an eternal flower that never fades.
In those years,
There is a poem about romantic events.
But this has nothing to do with you and me,
And that story about us can only be a fairy tale.
In those years,
I think at the corner where you and I are at the end of the road,
Seeing you again,
But then, you are no longer alone.
In those years,
Hiding in the eternal darkness,
Write an earth-shattering and sentimental poem,
Pay tribute to the dream youth water under the bridge.
Those years, such as running water, lingering, melancholy and loneliness, are gone forever.