1, "Ferry Man" Xi Murong
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
cloudy day
Mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Chinese new year has stopped since then.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
Just staring helplessly.
I can't find it near the ferry.
A flower that can be sent to each other.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
2, "Leading Edge" Xi Murong
If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
therefore
my love
What were we in our previous lives?
you
If she used to be a lotus picker in Jiangnan,
I
It must be the one you missed under your wrist.
you
If you are an urchin who plays truant.
I
It must have fallen out of your bag. That brand-new marble.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall,
I must be the incense stick in front of the temple.
aflame
Stay silent with you for a while
therefore
Meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's very forgetful
Can't distinguish carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
3, "Love at First Sight" Simboska
They trust each other,
It was the passion of generate that brought them together in an instant.
This determination is beautiful,
But impermanence is more beautiful,
They have never met, so they are sure.
Have nothing to do with each other,
But these are words from streets, stairs and corridors—
Maybe they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them.
Do you remember—
At the moment when the revolving doors face each other.
Or just mumbling "sorry" in the crowd.
Or "wrong number" on the other end of the phone.
But I know the answer,
Yes, they don't remember. ...
If they know, they will be very surprised.
It turned out that fate played a trick on them.
Many years.
The time is not yet ripe,
Their fate,
Fate pushed them closer and drove them away.
Get in their way,
Hold back your laughter,
Then step aside.
I'm not quite ready.
Become their destiny.
Fate pushed them closer and drove them away,
Get in their way,
Hold back your laughter,
Then step aside.
There are some signs and signals,
Even if they don't understand it.
Maybe three years ago.
Or just last Tuesday
There is a leaf.
Floating from one shoulder to the other?
Something was dropped and picked up.
Who knows? Maybe that's it.
A ball that disappeared in the childhood bush?
Door handles and doorbells
Always on the mark left by one hand
Cover the other hand.
The suitcases are all packed,
And was discharged there.
One night, maybe it was the same dream,
Will be blurred in the morning.
Every beginning
It will only be a sequel.
And books that actually write stories.
But it always starts in the middle.