1
I am worried alone in all kinds of people.
The sunshine stung me on purpose.
There is a girl's tears in my throat, sobbing.
2
There are wisteria trees in front of me, trees
According to the girl's evil smile, you just turn around.
Then a shower urged me to grow old.
I'm in love, still waiting, the blush on your face.
Remember that you will walk past the dying canna, then peel the fruit and smile.
You still look like you're playing house, afraid of your mother nagging.
Stamp your feet and bite your lips. Don't be ashamed of your childhood.
three
I forgot to miss you, so ten years passed carelessly.
The ashtray seems to have been washed away by running water, and the empty heart is like a decoration without dust.
four
The flower who died young is crying, because her only face in those days can't wait to share with her lover.
Belatedly thanked flowers are tired, ashamed and scared, because they are too addicted to love.
five
In the evening, the wind blew a page of writing paper.
The writing paper was wrinkled by the wind.
Thirty-six months and twelve seasons, I'm still across the wall in song for you.
six
I finally hold your hand, and we enjoy the sunset and listen to the fisherman's breath in his pipe.
There is also sowing together, watching the March wind and watching the March crops.
Your breath is soft and calm,
You look at the moon until she blushes for your happiness.
seven
Then we will grow old together.
You are water, I am a fish, swimming in your warmth.
You just said you were a fish, and I brought you breath.
We still watch bananas in the rain and warm the stove in snowy days.
You put your frozen hand in my big hand.
eight
The small paper boat was wet by the rain.
You cried. Tears pushed open the window.
You said you were young.
nine
Finally, you secretly hid love in my heart,
I let the dust fall on your grave,
A white flower on my chest, I smiled sweetly:
Come on, let's go home.