The tree-lined avenue, the past is like dust and smoke
How many times have the shadows looked back
Stepping on the slippery stone slabs, I cannot remember the polishing of the mist and rain
The morning bells and evening drums of the ancient temple
How many devout romances are kneeling down
Under the green lamp, the wooden fish beats the Sanskrit words, but it leaves behind the resentment of the years and the worldly world
Delicate as brocade The melody hides the secret of looking at each other
In the dim light of the world, it is difficult to find the curtain of autumn water
Maybe
The vast sea is vast, and the encounter is just across the shoulder The rush
The vicissitudes of time pass away, but it is so hopeless
The ferry terminal sends away the flowing water but cannot wait for your watch
The grass is withered It’s yellow, and it’s hard to retrieve the charming softness of the outing
Maybe, maybe, the time that can’t be remembered is gone when looking in the mirror
Holding the fine sand in my hand, I can’t pick up the running water between my fingers. `Melodious
We are all so hopeless, and our haggard hearts hope for a restful visit
If years later
In the dusk wind and sunset, it is so difficult to meet each other and not be able to look at each other
Your white hair is like frost in the snow, and my wrinkles are like rugged field roads
Looking at each other, tears are like flowers of melancholy
The drops are full of time. Jinghua
Standing silently, silently, speechless
Only the noise of passing pedestrians wakes me up, saying that I am okay
Then, time The dust once again buries the fate of the encounter
The distant figures are scattered, intertwined with the moonlight
Only looking back quietly
The candlelight of the temple is silent in the dust Looking at each other
The sound of wooden fish
Beating again, beating away the dust and smoke of years and tired old age
At this moment
We are extremely young , and the moment they met was extremely happy.