2. Lyrics:
The snow swung back into the air.
Poetic soul folds lovers more.
Always used to thin and gorgeous masks.
Who is not the enthusiasm of teenagers?
Love someone alone
Look at gentle eyes all my life.
Write down the meanest words.
Laugh at this ordinary dust.
But I don't have the heart to scold you
I am not a lover.
Who can be lucky enough to pay for a lifetime?
The first emotional person
Cut off the sharp blade and become a minister.
I love your desolate eyes, bright moon and stars.
Not far away, Wan Li knocking at the heart.
Lonely lips.
I won your consent and gave you a kiss.
Who is born without death?
Almost over, almost lived for a long time.
Countless suicides in his sleep.
There is the most dripping love and hate in the pen.
Pick this floating life with spit.
Just write that you are clean.
I am not a lover.
Who can be lucky enough to pay for a lifetime?
Fantasy years are silent
In a hundred years, we will be in a grave.
I love you, the desolation and warmth in your eyes.
The barren heart runs in the wilderness.
You will bounce off the smoke and erase the gray marks on your fingers.
Each has its own characteristics.
Look at those wandering souls.
Can't agree to layer upon layer siege.
People who have never done wine.
Be extra awake and immune to it.
As the saying goes, fate is totally helpless.
Don't believe in saying, believe in square inch.
Those absurd rumors
A pseudonym called youth
Red dirt rises