The wind in June blew through my window.
I reached for a beam of sunshine.
Crush her in my heart.
It's the feeling of love flying.
Like rosy clouds on the horizon
Change her posture
Time is in a hurry
I hurried to write it down.
Traces of time
Across the sky
Gather my love into a song.
Share with you in a different place.
Birds in the morning
Wake me up at the window
I am sleepy.
Dispel a mist
Dawn of dawn
At this moment, the spring is beautiful.
time flies
I wrote love into the song.
I write songs about the lost years.
Let the clouds on the horizon accompany me.
Let the lost stars sleep with me
Let the bright moon take away my thoughts.
I write the years in the song.
You are also in my song.
Like running water flowing slowly eastward.
Baptize the years
Sweep the dust.
The bright moon in front of the window is my eyes.
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When the first ray of sunshine appeared on the horizon in the east.
I have started a day's journey with my bag on my back.
I am driving to work.
Leave all the troubles and the morning light behind.
Incense all the way is my favorite.
I often stop.
Will be a bunch of flowers and plants.
Shoot into the depths of memory and never forget it.
The years are imperceptible.
Look at this passage and bury me in the songs of these years.
Is the secular eyes, see through all this.
All this turned out to be so realistic.
A weak heart is so fragile.
I write the years in the song.
The swift current took him away.
The eagle can hear it.
Floating clouds dance with them.
The fish in the pond shuttled back and forth.
I write the years in the song.
You are also in my song.
The stars in summer bring my love to you far away.
Summer night sky, my love is picturesque here.
Get up at midnight, get up ... fly by.