four seasons; all the year round
Author/Xi Murong
one
Make me believe, dear.
This is my story.
It's like making me believe
blossom and fall of flowers
Is the history of the whole spring.
two
If you can forget, then
I should be able to.
Keep all the tears in your heart.
Or put them on.
The boundless sky at night in Xia Na.
three
When the wind blows,
I'm just tightening my skirt.
Protect my heart that is still singing.
Keep Qiu Lai from eavesdropping
four
Just because you can't grow in snowy places.
I can't say that I have such hope all my life.
I am a transplanted cork.
Dear, you are far north.
Home in winter