There are two ginkgo trees looking at each other
A woman and a man are so great.
You pass on happiness to each other.
Lost track of time.
I can only judge vaguely from your figure.
A thousand years of rain and dew
It's always in your blood.
This legend is somewhat absurd.
If you cut the bark, blood will flow out.
I remember doing the same thing.
Cut you with a knife
But you didn't blame it.
Under the protection of your height, I am still happy.
Play and you will arrive in Zhuang Qing.
Then I left my hometown.
Went to a strange distance
You are still rooted in that land.
Never thought about crossing their own barriers.
I didn't know you were lying down all night.
Your paradise.
You've been watching
Carve everything you see into the annual rings and collect it.
Even if you cut your chest
I can't read the fragments.
That is a historical chapter written by you with your own lives.
Condensed the true story of earth's love.
Poetry written with the essence of sunshine and rain.
At this time, autumn comes to you again.
You are wearing a piece of golden yellow.
As if reading the sacred glory.
I hear the sun approaching.
Still so warm.
I seem to see how I used to feel.
Make a slight splash again.
Two girls next door who didn't guess correctly.
Childhood is still looking out.
Still calling under your care.
Waiting to hug me.
But I'm in Jiangnan
I can't be an old playmate anymore.
No longer the future groom
Can only dream from a distance
Pure face under ginkgo tree
The joy of running on the ridge
Although I dare not expect
Today's years can be reversed.
But it can be like ginkgo trees.
Stick to the harbor of missing