Empty city, it's me.
After years of travel, what I miss most in the wind and frost is the Xiao Xuan window in my hometown. I sneaked into the banana garden several times in my dreams and saw a teenager who combed out her white hair. Her lonely shadow in the middle of the night always worries me.
Homeless, can be divided into life and death; No brothers. You can talk about Sang Ma; People waiting for me, I have no dreams to give.
The body is already like the canopy in autumn; My heart, with the flowing clouds, how can I become a dream girl again?
When my hometown returns, my old friends are scattered; The person who had my first dream with me also took the children to travel. The last person who touched my mood has established a family, watching the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and I can completely let go.
She won't know that the man who left home is sitting in a corner of the market, watching her walk by with a basket.
She won't hear me. I sighed faintly when she commented on the weight with the stall owner.
She won't know how many times I went back to Jiangting in my dream and folded the spring willow and put it by the well where she fetched water and washed clothes.
She doesn't understand. I'm still reciting the oath of that year. Whenever I enter the wrong body with the sound of gongs and drums, that oath hurts my heart again.
How can she understand that I want to forget her for a long time and go to a foreign manor to find someone who looks like her?
I am still a person who left without saying goodbye, ruined her teenage best friend and failed her.
When she walked into another roof, her empty city of youth came back to me.
So, how can I walk up to her with two empty cities and tell the story of broken branches and broken willows again?
Let her never know if I am alive or dead, then she can be safely guarded; Let her complain about a name all the time, then she can live a quiet life in front of her eyes and won't look back for an empty city.
The night I left my hometown, I was very empty.
Autumn frost has climbed all over the sky, boating by the river, singing and drinking, or sleeping soundly. Three or two birds at night add to the silence of autumn night, and the water waves shake the boat and me on the couch, as if I, the river and the autumn frost are eternal awakens, ashore and offshore.
If you want to sing at midnight, what can you enjoy more than sighing?
If you want to get drunk at midnight, what can break your troubles better than forgetting the river water?
Suddenly there was a ringing across the river, and the voice stained with autumn frost sounded extraordinarily quiet, as if eavesdropping on my heart and as if there was nothing to say to me.
Said: the empty mountain has been photographed by fog; Empty city, might as well give it to the passenger ship for freight; There is an idle clock in Songlin Temple, waiting for whispers to use it to speak Sanskrit.
Postscript: The idle clock should accompany the empty city. Just like falling leaves in autumn; Dust is to time; Running water is a reverse journey to rest by the stream. That moment was not for meeting, but for not missing and not being happy. For this moment, I am not afraid to say separation, and whether this separation is true or not, it is far away. Because my heart is irregular, I am not afraid to wait; Because of this waiting, how many seasons of flowers have withered, so I combed my white hair and the years fell. Let's weave the landscape into the most picturesque scenery. In a trance, the mountain is me and the water is you. ...
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