I forgot the original color of the sky,
Forget the smell of sunshine,
There is too much helplessness in the world and too much affection to do.
I forgot the posture I should have,
Forget yesterday's gorgeous smile,
But always remember, always remember,
What season is it?
Look, snowflakes are flying.
Listen, walking in the snow is light.
However, how should we appreciate it? !
Forget it, bury the past in your memory,
Never touch it;
Turn around and dissipate your troubles in the breeze.
Never look back.
In this way, calm and natural. ...
separately
The rain is very light.
I'm still asleep in my old dream.
The wind is still very strong.
In the waves are trembling shadows of trees.
When the eyes are fixed on the willow tip.
Maybe the mood is more like clouds.
I can't get rid of the depressed thoughts.
Looking for a little peace in the busy.
Full of infinite longing for the unknown life.
A smiling face is a memory.
Maybe it's the faint setting sun after the rain.
Pay attention to passers-by singing softly.
Let the past drift east and west with the wind
The road ahead is still so long.
Put the best wishes in life.
Put them all in your luggage.
Open the window of thought when you are lonely.
Maybe we're on our own way.
I can't see my shoulders shaking in the rain
I believe that it is only his clothes that are wet with melancholy.
Someone will be on your way.
Someone will bring you the fragrance of life.
Wait until you forget the appearance of youth.
Dreams will fall in the open palm.