Ambition is hard to pay, and leaning against the window is a disease.
There is nothing to say when you go to the west wing alone.
When the bright moon will return to her hometown is really a dream.
At night, I miss the same and haunt my heart. The other side of the ocean is separated, but we don't know each other, and we can't smell each other's goodness.
Burn the love letter and ruin the promise, but what, forget the old dream?
Singing and humming, in other people's songs: go to the west building alone without words.
A gaunt face, a cold smile. Just like the spring breeze, it urges you into autumn.
I'm just a lonely patient, walking on crutches. I once imagined that Konoha was raining, my beloved dew, the only "relic" you gave me after you left. I can't bear to blow even a little realistic wind into your fantasy kingdom.
I can't bear to see you fall. In my world, I take double care of you. Imperfect love, perfect poetry, but your words lack some meaning.
I am not a hero. Since I met you, I have turned into a stone and been abandoned in a deep ditch. Lonely for you, sad for you, willing to suffer for you. Don't dislike my cold body, you can lie quietly under the water and listen to my story; Or, you are beside the charcoal fire, enjoying my heat.
It is my honor, my dream, my hope and my pursuit to live by your side.
Chasing for you, starry, sleeping on the edge of dreams, flying kites. Just a few words, tender as water, blowing across the deserted courtyard in the spring breeze.
Go, take yourself with you, drive away loneliness, throw away sorrow, shine with stars, and be intoxicated and confused. No one holds hands, high-level people walk, and there is nothing to go to the west building alone.
I don't know, the building was empty, and there were a few happy times. That's helpless. Now, when it is full, it is Liang Dong and Shuang Yan on the moon whispering in the daytime. Bitter books are hard to recite!
Spring night is already late autumn. I know words, but I don't know pens, but I'm drunk!
Life is too short, daughter, and I don't feel at ease. But there, dancing in the dark, over the mountain, I didn't expect you, I got separated. If the horseshoes in the south of the Yangtze River pass by, give me a thousand brocade books. If I go back in time, I will smile at Nuo Nuo in front of the small hedge, and my feelings will remain the same.
I hope your boat will return to the shore, break through the threshold, soothe my heart disease and relieve my heart pain. From now on, I don't need to sigh on wordless paper.
Have a drink and allow me to ask you to warm my life!