Towards the bright side
Toward the bright side. Even a leaf should point towards the place where the sunlight shines.
Has it been a long time? I don't know, a summer has turned into an autumn, but there has been no news.
Who’s eyebrows are furrowed in the empty city? Whose cold eyes are still sad?
Listen to the sound of broken time, and talk about a love that is still lingering. Just sit quietly like this, letting the heavy rain fall awkwardly.
For more than a thousand years, in the blink of an eye, life seems like a dream, and I have unfortunately forgotten all the reasons for laughter.
Who knew that girl who was alone under the kapok tree that year. The shadows under the trees and flowers were stretched by the setting sun.
Who knows that girl walking alone on the playground without lights on a rainy night? The rain flowed down my hair without any avoidance.
On the paper where the ink has dried, only a piece of pale text remains. Li'er, be happy. Grow toward the sun.
One day all the pain will be forgotten, right? No matter how hard I try to capture it, time will eventually wash away the memory beyond recognition.
There are always people coming in and out of life. The city that was once full of joy, what remains is a mess on the ground. In the peaceful night, I can no longer take risks in the dark... Give me a lotus-like time, quiet and indifferent.
Many people ask me, why am I so sad? I have no idea.
When the lights come on, the life of feasting and feasting has nothing to do with the quiet ones. Sometimes I feel like a latecomer, looking for the leisure and indifference of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely discovering the Nanshan Mountain". Sometimes I comfort myself: I am still a child, everything will be fine...that's all, this is just self-deception.
I am afraid of being alone, afraid of being alone. So I always wanted an older brother who could share my secrets and who would protect me growing up.
In the invisible world, it is like drinking water and knowing whether it is warm or cold. It seems that we have been walking in disappearance, but we are also drunk and willing to do so. Depraved, hopeless, tired, bored. I don't know how to carry this broken self.
Towards the bright side, can I face the warmth? Towards the bright side, can I face the sun? Not necessarily. Tragedy in character determines the outcome, whether now or in the future. If heavy rain covers the whole city, please give me a warm embrace to save me from pain and displacement...
The light rain is falling, the weather is getting cold, who has come and gone, but it doesn't matter. . Maybe, God arranges every parting and meeting. And we are just supporting actors of time. After all, I watch the light spots of dreams, spring, summer, autumn and winter, season after season...
That ignorant and speechless young man, who accompanied me through the days, has nothing to do with loneliness! But the flying bicycle and the wanton smiling face of that year are still lying quietly in my memory.
People, you only realize that it is the wind when it blows across the valley, and you only start to feel reluctant when everything is irreversible. Those naughty and cute boys and girls, come back. Come back and continue to protect this fragile woman...
If time could go back, I would rather pass by and never look back
If time could go back, I would rather pass by. Never looked back. I would rather stay as I am, not be in love, not be in a hurry, just watch the flowing water and the floating clouds. I am still staying in the mortal world, but you left early in the cause and effect. The intersecting routes are covered with the enchanting flowers of the other shore. The flowers and leaves do not meet each other and wither into the past that cannot be returned.