More beautiful than "swinging",
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste.
Street lamps in Park No.7,
Off and on,
You said it was a tear in a previous life.
If you "become the wind",
Wandering in the' Qingming Rain'.
Generations of reincarnation,' invisible scenery',
But it's like a' broken bridge'.
Fireworks laugh,
In a blink of an eye, it became a' rose funeral'.
Your eyes are full of "whatever"
You became the wind,
It rains in the wrong season,
The tenderness in bright eyes disappeared without a trace.
I only have "redundant explanations",
Admitting our mistakes cannot change our past.
I just want to be like' Andersen has no regrets'.
You can't pretend to be a couple in a "couple costume".
It is not easy to repeat the film carefully.
I admire your indifference,
So indifferent and perfect.
"Pink stationery" is my despair,
Despair is yours.
The wind and rain are singing,
Sing my aestheticism and sadness.
Your face is reflected in the "grey head",
Only to see that the "horoscope book" said that we were at odds,
I don't deserve you in Taurus.
Moths can't dance your "talent".
I just want to hide in your dreams and see you clearly.
After a night of heavy rain,
I just hope "sunny Melbourne".
You bad boy,
Nobody blames you,
Love is free, and I should bear this change.
In the distance, VAE's "Elegy" came.
There was a "full house" after the movie.
My baby,
I want to hold your hand,
Feel your tenderness again.
But it was too late,
If we weren't so stubborn,
How can there be today's "single trip"?
"Luzhou Moon" is bright and pear blossoms are cool.
Who are you next to now?
All I know is that you have disappeared "not far away"
Vae, "not emotional", unwilling to be emotional.
Just want to, one day, with white hair,
With you, there will be confusion and confusion.
Sleep with you and forget the world.
Your brightness and sadness are not clear,
Expose a few lines,
I see, when I look at the sun,
Will close their eyes,
I know that a back is all the answers.
Just like looking up, you may cry,
It's not the glare,
It's a pain I can't see inside.
Just like bowing your head, you may sigh,
"the funeral of the rose",
A lonely farewell ceremony.