Facing a messy and broken screen.
My fingers ran across the crumbs of glass slag.
Meet you in the deepest night
The whole world should suffer from insomnia.
You're on the ruins
A hand reached out to me.
We hugged each other tightly.
Then go upstream.
No matter what happens at this moment,
Search, cry for help, cry, panic ...
Flower of blood, condensed into
Wild roses in cracks
Forget people's hatred, betrayal and farewell. ...
I only remember: Sun Moon Guanghua, Dan Fudan Xi.
We agreed to be happy.
Resist with the warmth of your palm
The indifference around us
Zero, we wake up together.
The empty valley is locked deep.
At this time, the children's laughter echoed.
Just woke up, yours and mine.
The dark room is just a sketch
Pastoral poetry escaping from canvas
I remember a new moon hanging in the sky.
Li Bai's poems and songs span thousands of years-
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. "
You said-
"Just because I love you.
Just had Valentine's Day. "
You light me up.
Lost homesickness
You can see it when you look up.
The only brightest star
With the trees at night
I won't play when you come.
A one-man show without a star.
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