I want to make up a thousand sad songs,
There are sad dreams and gray rivers in the song.
Every word reminds people of past mistakes,
A string of irreparable tears, a shame,
Bow your head in an invisible moment in the evening.
I hope you can sing these softly,
If you remember me in this song.
I want to make up a thousand happy songs,
There are beautiful flowers and sweet demons in the song.
Every rhyme is flashing with crazy fire;
You hold that spell tightly, and you are sad.
A drop of dew flows slowly on your lips,
I hope you can sing these softly,
If you forget, I am not in this song.
Fu Bi/Zheng Chouyu
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night;
You smile and I wave.
A lonely road will spread to both ends.
At this time, you have returned to your home by the river.
I think you are combing your long hair or tidying your wet coat.
And my wind and rain return journey is still long;
The mountains recede into the distance and the plains expand even more.
Alas, the world is afraid that darkness has really taken shape. ...
You said, you are so stupid. You look like a child flying a kite.
You shouldn't have tied it and let it go.
The kite went away, leaving a broken thread;
The book is too thick to open the title page;
The beach is too long to leave footprints;
Clouds come from holes and springs drop from cracks.
It all started. Where is the ocean?
The first encounter of "single-plank bridge" has become a thing of the past.
Now it is a vast grassland.
I have lost the right to keep your pet;
How beautiful it is to wear red and white and blue at night.
I'm not good at golden fruit gardens either.
Went to Victor's grave by mistake. ...
I never want to see you again when I leave you this time.
By this time, you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave what we have not finished, leave it to the world,
This world, I'm still stepping on,
This is just your dream. ...
Song of Cabin/North Island
For you,
Spring is singing.
The grass is green and the flowers are red.
Little bees are splashing in the wine slurry.
For you, poplars bow to the ground.
Squirrels scurry and cuckoos crow.
Woke up the wolves in the jungle.
For you, dark clouds cover the starry sky.
Beads of rain fell and waves splashed.
Sprinkle on the crazy river.
Yun Fan went sailing for you.
Tides rise and fall.
Knock on the cabin by the river.
The cabin opened a window for you.
My sleeping brother woke up.
Open your eyes and look out.
For you, a small window leaks a beam of light.
He dipped his heart in red ink.
Write down the curved lines.
Song of Migratory Birds/North Island (inspirational)
We are a group of migratory birds,
Fly into the prison in winter;
At the green dawn,
Explore the end of the world
Let the fallen feathers,
Fall on the girl's head;
Let strong wings,
Hold up the sun.
We swept through the dark clouds,
Shake your temples over the rainbow;
We gently brushed the wind,
Flying pocket is full of songs.
This is our cry,
The iceberg was scared to cry;
Is our ridicule,
Ross blushed with shame.
North, hometown,
Please accept our dream:
Trees grow from every crack in the ice,
Bells and bells full of joy ...
Dream Seeker Dai Wangshu (inspirational)
Dreams will blossom,
Dreams will bloom beautiful flowers;
To find priceless treasures.
In the blue sea,
At the bottom of the blue ocean,
There is a gold shell hidden deep.
To climb an iceberg for nine years,
Sailing on the dry sea for nine years,
Then you met the golden shell.
It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky,
It has the sound of waves at sea,
It will enchant your heart.
Put it in seawater for nine years,
I stayed in Tianshui for nine years
Then, it blooms on a dark night.
When your temples are covered with spots,
When you are blindfolded,
Golden shells spit out peach beads.
Put the peach beads in your arms,
Put the peach beads on your pillow,
So a dream came out quietly.
Your dream has come true,
Your dream has come true,
When you are old.
Red candle
Wen Yiduo (lofty sentiments and aspirations)
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
-Li Shangyin
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your heart and compare it,
But what about ordinary colors?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!