I help you filter the sand like a branch.
The time difference on the wall is still ticking.
We all like her long hair.
You come back to me by train.
Like a swallow hiding under the eaves in the rain, afraid of the cold
Write a letter with the name Sasha Vujacic?
You told me her story.
I miss you again and again.
How can I get to know you
I really shouldn't.
Love can't say a simple word.
Jay Chou and Yang Ruidai-Wandering Poets
Through the hills, hey, hey, hey, hey, the sweat keeps flowing.
There is not much luggage, but I miss it.
We are going the same way. Where are we going?
Play with the wind
When the budding tree has branches.
I have an address when I write it.
When it is filled with tea, there are tea leaves.
We were all thinking about her when we heard the news.
Flowers have stamens in spring.
When there are dragonflies in the wings.
Memories of wandering poets with the same ending
I miss you again and again.
How can I get to know you
I really shouldn't.
Love can't say a simple word.
The fence by the sea is babbling, and the wind keeps blowing.
I am like a branch, helping you filter the sand.
The time difference on the wall is still ticking.
I like her long hair.
You go there by train.
Come back to me. Like a swallow afraid of the cold.
Write a letter, Shaxi Shaxi
Tell me whose name to write.
Echoing each other from afar, we walked in the wind and played the piano.
Our life has become serious because of her.
Her eyes are like a green landscape.
Our feelings are getting deeper and deeper.