2 1 1 A poem that shines like a star

There are two songs under your name.

With the lightest sound in the world,

Whispering your name every night.

Write down your name,

Draw your name,

Dream of your glowing name:

Like the sun, like the stars, your name.

Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.

Like colorful sparks, like lightning, your name.

Like the burning of the virgin forest, your name.

Carve your name!

Carve your name on the tree.

Carve your name on the immortal tree of life.

When this plant grows into a towering old tree,

Hehe, how nice, how nice,

Your name is even bigger.

It's big. Your name.

Here we go. Your name.

So, call your name gently and gently.

The night is full of your name.

Your name flashed on the cigarette butt.

Hold your name with your fingers.

Your name is printed on the manuscript paper.

Your name shines on the Yuan Ye.

Climb over the towering mountains

Dig your name

Suffering in Wang Yang Sea

Save your reputation.

Your name is the crystal pearl under the sea.

Your name is wildfire burning in the deep mountains.

Your name is a lamp that illuminates the distance.

Your name is the intersection of dreams.

Scattered petals

Maybe we were 500 years ago

Two leaves on the same acacia tree

The wind of time blows us away.

Maybe it's the tears of the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Drip-drip-person-room

Even if I use the softest voice

Call your name

Tears will also dance in my eyes.

I stood in Bian Jiang and called your name.

The Jinsha River is surging with emotion.

I can't open your closed curtains.

Climb the mountain on your other side.

Carve your name.

Shan Ye is full of flames.

Red azalea

Your name is boat.

Take me across to the symphony of fate to pick lotus.

I'm lonely in the bass zone

The high notes have been handed in.

A voice of resistance

Your name is fire.

When I stumble in the tunnel of life

Light the blood vessels with your name.

Moja Krew

Can you fill in your front?

Ka-ka-ka-ka

Wind and rain transcend the night.

Missing in the world of mortals

Spring has come to your name.

Can you open a flower on the manuscript paper?

Orchids swaying in the wind

Tonight, Yi Deng is like a bean

Spring is chilly, and I will light your name.

warm oneself