I miss this life.
One kind of happiness is easy to forget,
Because it used to be our insipid.
There is a kind of pain that is easy to forget.
Because it has never left us a wound.
After falling in love, breaking up with each other,
Your life is still sunny.
And I can only live on the dark side of the light.
Sad to face countless nights.
I am like a straw, hanging on a stone wall,
Whether depression burns confidence in the cold winter.
I'm hanging here,
Not up, not down,
Acacia beat me black and blue.
I'm hanging here,
Don't cry, don't cry,
What else is worth my life?
Love pigeon
If love can't last,
It's hard for me to convince my heart to wait.
Birds go to the south, plants wither, not you,
The old clothes rack in the empty room.
I really want to hide in an empty corner and drink.
Crying alone, sorting out the only things in this life,
I have nothing but you, and my left hand is holding my right hand.
I had to give up after the leaves fell,
Now I'm worried about whether it has traveled far.
Don't regret and miss, my love. ...
If you decide to go, then go silently!
Don't say a word, don't say a word,
Don't recall an expression or a story.
Go quietly! Let's leave now.
You are not a beautiful pigeon in my life.
I am not the sunset when you bend over. I'll give you gold, please.
At the beginning of winter and the end of October, we chose to leave respectively.
Just to avoid the snow, not to let the white touch our crying eyes, ignorance,
Poverty and loneliness, trapped in the fantasy of dreams, crying for help.
Actually, I always thought so,
You are my rainbow, and I am just your back.