Memories brew wine, and the world of mortals sighs.
Snowflakes are singing and breaking bridges.
Looking back gently, I met you with a surprised face.
At this point, fell down.
Why not wash your hands of it? I just smiled at you.
I love you like a moth to a fire.
The beating of the flame is sincerity to love.
Unfortunately, life has turned around and everything has returned to the original point.
I met you and him in the noisy street, and you saw me and her.
She is just my sister, but I didn't give any unnecessary explanation.
Because you hold it with your fingers, it is obvious.
Once upon a time, the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, and the style changed and disappeared.
Occasionally, I miss it.
Then one day,
When your soul falls into the air, you become an angel and fly to the horizon.
At that time, the wind was in the drizzle, and I was at your grave.
I held a funeral for the fallen rose and buried the past and those years.
Fold a chrysanthemum, offer a cup of tea, sing shallow and read deep.
Luzhou month of that year is still in my heart.
But people under the moon are different.
Change clothes and robes, retreat between mountains and rivers.
My father listened to Lin Yin, and the mountains understood the joys and sorrows.
On Qixi Bridge, people in the sky meet each other, and people in the underground leave the grave.
Falling flowers with stationery, full of my thoughts, fly to the world.
I'm still floating in the ocean of dust.
-mountains can't stop the world of mortals after all.
I am your disciple, and I will not change in this life.