Can tell a beautiful love story, maybe everyone will have an unforgettable love in youth, but in the end they will let go sadly. When the years go by, the afternoon sunshine will shine on the desk, warm, a cup of coffee, stroking the dusty guitar, which is the gentleness of love.
Overnight, some stories will always become memories. Looking back suddenly, how can I face myself I once liked?
The lyrics are as follows:
After the rain, a car came and drove past dusk.
The old iron sheet goes south, and the lover has gone.
Listening to poetry radio under the thick smoke
An emotionless cough, at least it seems so.
The way home is lovely, and the strings are missing.
Never see that night again, listening to the children's voices.
A monologue in a hurry will become a cassette.
Tired feelings are crushed into age.
Just be old, don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave, but there is nowhere to stay.
Just singing, eyes narrowed.
And the tears of collapse just didn't arrive.
Youth is drunk again, in the nameless arms.
Laugh and be idle, gather and disperse generously.
I can't get to the right platform.
If drifting is the only way to grow up.
You wake up in the years, a barren future
Like regretting the unfinished love in the season.
Dirty every page of poetry, kissing the most painful confession
When the wind blows here, there is no need to let it go.
Just be old, don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave, but there is nowhere to stay.
Just singing, eyes narrowed.
And the tears of collapse just didn't arrive.
Patience is sweet, and the stars wet the windowsill.
Light and shadow beat, like saying love in sleepiness.
I feel meaningless again, thinking I understand.
Is the place where dreams collapsed covered with moss now?
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Song appreciation:
Musically, this song is played by a weak guitar. Although it is repetitive, it is very rhythmic.
Looking back suddenly, how can I face myself I once liked? You've been here, you've walked, you've loved, and I should wake up. The story is like the autumn wind rustling across the tender cheeks, paddling and paddling, and the teenager is old.
I don't think I can survive this winter, but I see, spring peach, Xia Lian, autumn chrysanthemum and winter plum. Another year passed, and I no longer miss it. When you put down this cup of coffee, with this 30-year-old, you will close your eyes full of years and expect everything to grow old, and then you will fall asleep.