The flower of memory floats on the legendary East Lake.
Those beautiful images are still rippling in the middle of the lake, but the lovely people are gone.
Standing by the lake watching the lake, the lake is unclear and I can't say what I think.
It's that familiar song again Why do you want to say it again? Why do you want to say it again?
There is a sentence that I don't want to touch the most, so why mention it again. Why did you mention it again?
Watching the flower of memory drift away, even if you are by my side, it becomes a pity.
Let go of your thoughts, watch the flowing water and send away loneliness.
Those flowers of memory can only bloom in the memory of dreams.
Those flowers left by youth
Those flowers left by youth have long been buried by years.
I missed a scent at the crossroads of memory.
You go where I come from, and I will go where you go.
History remembers this moment, but this moment is lonely.
Many years later, those flowers were still gone.
Listen, the sound of flowers blooming.
I really want to accompany you to see flowers. We don't have to ride horses.
Along the way, there are flowers on the road.
They don't drive, and they can't drive.
They had just opened the door when we came.
Flowers bloom, we walk, flowers bloom.
I heard the sound of flowers blooming.
The voice seemed to say: Listen, the voice of flowers.
The moment when flowers bloom
The moment when flowers bloom is the moment when dreams wake up.
Never dare to say that I only love you forever.
I don't know if this is a mistake.
You don't talk much, and raindrops fall.
What made me make a mistake?
But how can I live without you?
You voted against it before I refuted it.
The dream began to be incomplete, and it was no longer like the beginning.
Imagined beauty has become so unreasonable.
You said never to mention it again, so I had to keep my head down.
A person thinks about the past and only cries by himself.
The end of fireworks
The ending of fireworks is the most instantaneous beauty.
Beauty is always so short, so short that it is hard to miss it.
Miss the persistence in this heart and stick to that belief.
I believe in the dream that I can't let go. Can I dream?
I think I have given up, but I have given up many heartless things in the world.
You won't know the ending until you look back and see all the fireworks.