Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered. Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out.
It's cold here, it's cold there. The leaves are withering, where are you? Jun's face was pale, his expression was sad, and he smiled with tears in his eyes. Their eyebrows conveyed affection, and they stopped talking when they wanted to speak. They whispered softly, and they were forgotten from now on. I feel depressed and burst into tears.
Hot summer. Cheerful Cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of band. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floa ting on the lemonade, soft and smooth. How I was? Amazed. Your face looked like the cover of the magazine. My head spin. You led my hand, danced along the c razy theme.
The heat. Cocktail party, laughter. Nong holds the man's hand, just like the harem luring people to escape, and the piano and harp are singing in harmony. Sitting next to the groom, with her long hair tied behind her head, she is indescribably beautiful. Each one is smiling, floating and flickering, lemon cold drink is soft and fragrant. How is Lang Xin? Just amazing. Nong's charming face is like a cover girl. Lang suddenly felt dizzy, holding his hands and dancing wildly.
Light vied with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowd was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I tremb led at the sparkles, brighter than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt d izzy. We were not near, yet we were together.
Feasting on men and women. The dance is graceful and the fragrance is fragrant. Greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, bursts of laughter were exchanged, and everyone was waiting, shaking hands and chatting. Nong is tall and graceful, with beautiful eyes, dazzling and dazzling. The sun and moon have no light. It is completely natural and dazzling. The sea and the sky are just a few feet apart.
Days ended. You said, you would wait for me at the Alps side. We would ski aga inst snowflakes dancing in the sky. I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompa ny your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had be en silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I shouldn't have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday, I wo uld tell you, I feel all the same.
At the end of a few days, your words are in my ears, and I want to wait for my concubine on the bank of the Alps. Snowflakes are dancing all over the sky, and you and I are enjoying skiing. I was speechless as I parted, wishing to say goodbye and accompany you on your return. As soon as the plane flew away in the sky, I suddenly felt miserable and rainy. I know very well how stupid I am, and you have stolen my heart. I am secretly longing for you, feeling lost and confused. I once wanted to forget your disappointment, but my heart has been determined. One day, I will definitely confess to you: my heart is still the same.
My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I c ontinued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land -- snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell!
However, I feel remorseful, struggling in every possible way, hesitant and hesitant, afraid to move forward. I continue to be as stupid as before, caring about my girl's self-esteem, but I quietly wander around your promise and forget my love for the white snow on the other side. The flying snow is falling, and my heart is getting better and better. Nestle in your arms and listen to the Christmas bells.
The bell died in the pattern of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at m y brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out , catching nothing but a raindrop, on ogether.
The rain is falling, the bells are ringing, and the devil's laughter echoes in my mind, coming from the gate of hell. Swallowing tears and pretending to be happy, swallowed by darkness. How can I cling to your hair and wipe away your tears? Concubine is within reach, but the raindrops fall on the falling yellow leaves. The snow flakes melted into ice water, and you and I were separated from each other.