Who plucked the strings of the modern poem 1 in Sky City, and a sweet voice sounded in my ear.
Thoughts are floating and fluctuating, what a beautiful picture this is.
The first time I met you, it was just the moment when my eyes met.
Don't need too many languages,
It's just a touch of the heart, and everything is understood.
I thought it was all over, but it never went far.
That fragrant footprint has always been with me,
It's like a star in the night sky,
Like sparks at night,
Like a pair of warm hands in the cold winter.
Always by your side when you need it.
It is like a happy halo, which protects you from sadness.
It is like a breeze, sweeping away your troubles,
It is like a sweet spring that moistens your heart.
You will always feel,
Close your eyes as if your heart were planted with wings and let it dance lightly.
Without a trace of distractions, I saw the light, a warm light,
Give you light, give you strength,
Guide me all the way forward, the road ahead is not sad!
I pray for you tonight.
Listen to the last song I sang for you.
This hazy voice is you.
You're here to spy on my actions, aren't you?
Are you still watching the isolated island?
That's the song I gave you. It's in a cycle.
Are you still wandering ahead?
I gave it to you. It is between the lines.
Night view of the city of the sky
I look at you alone.
Like who are you waiting for?
But it's hard to have fun.
I have your favorite lilac.
Just put it on your familiar desk.
Remember that cool morning?
I watched you holding hands that you were not familiar with.
I am still silently praying for you.
Listen to the last song I sang for you.
This is the youth you love to hear.
That's your favorite past.
Take off the beige hairpin.
I send you a flower.
Forget the two tearful movies you have seen.
I will send you a photo.
This lonely city
I built it for you.
This desolate tomb
I saved it for you.
Listen to this song.
I left this affectionate love story.
Silent world.
Consider it a beautiful curtain call.