In a smile,
There will always be a slight fall.
Looking up at Zeng Jin,
Where you trudged,
Keep my eyes focused and nostalgic.
In the world of mortals,
Wasting his time,
The lingering bitterness and pain,
Like a running river,
Repeatedly wrapped around the chest,
Through thousands of times.
The world is the most beautiful,
It's just tears.
Secular chaos and confusion,
I'm tired of vanity,
So I canceled the practice of continuous love,
It has been put into silence.
Jiangnan in March,
Beautiful as a picture,
Thousands of wild geese and flowers,
But I can't reach the quicksand in my palm,
People don't know where to go,
Love and be loved ......
Life is just the desolation of birds flying separately.
Past lives,
Who met who,
Who left who,
Who remembers who,
Who forgot who?