Like the tide of the sea, have you ever been surging for the sunshine?
Or, still remembering the moonlight of a certain season
What makes you happy in the never-ending time
? What makes you sad?
those consistent years
what is endless?
what is it? Always churning ...
Second
That's a "love you", a heart that never regrets ...
Remember? The last rose that burned in spring
She has a moving smile
In her eyes, his figure is always so stalwart
snuggling in his arms, and she smiles sweetly
letting the crazy burning of the whole summer
The sea of hearts overflows, and life is wonderful from now on ...
Three ebbs and flows, and the seasons change ... Occasionally, I will think of last season's romantic
affectionate and graceful afternoon
a touch of sadness, and embroider a satin-like heart
No matter what kind of new wounds and old scars,
At this moment, I can no longer stop the infinite amorous feelings in the tender room ...
Fourth,
Dear, you must think of me sometimes, right?
I think the days when we watched the sea together
There were soft winds and white clouds ...
I'm grateful and happy to have you by my side
Through flickering thoughts
This whole life's elusive happiness
Who is it? I used to run to you with joy like a white horse ...
Five
tearful, mottled faces still smiled
In the crystal eyes, spring is coming again ...
Let time go by
What is the shortage of days? What is an old man?
It doesn't matter what the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.
As long as you remember the saying "Love you"
It's enough to love you ...
Six
In the music of "Love you", there will never be a winter
with your memory, and it will never be winter ...
When the tide sounds back and forth. There is snow-white
diffuse into an anonymous Song painting ...
To Shu Ting of Oak If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing campbells; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like spoony birds; It's not just like a fountain that brings cool comfort all the year round; It's not just like a dangerous peak to increase your height and set off your dignity. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. We greet each other every time a gust of wind passes, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branches and iron stems like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow. It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life. This is the great love, and this is the loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on and the land under your feet.