If I were a bridge
I want to lie quietly, quietly.
Lying in the flow of heart and heart
Tell me the story that passed through my mind in those years.
In spring, a couple met.
Fingers clasped through my depressed heart.
Go to see the bright and red peach garden full of spring.
Look at their mushrooming smiles.
So pure, so charming
I like to watch the date this spring.
Bless this beautiful day
Talking and laughing lovers fall in love, everything will be fine, and all shall be well.
If I were a bridge
I want to sit gently, gently
Sitting in the flower season and rainy season
Talk about partners who have been in the same boat for many years.
In autumn, a pair of beautiful women stroll here.
Help each other in this land and scatter the bonus on me.
A gust of wind can't hide their caring smiles.
So loving and happy, so enviable.
I like this season of 60 years.
It's like hiding in my life after many years.
Bless this loving couple.
May they always look at each other with such a smile.
Until their lives go to eternal unknown places.
If I were a bridge
I would like to silently guard this season's bonus.
Bless this beautiful and short encounter.
I love you until the end of my life.
To cousins.
Sigh that the wheel of time is so hasty.
Your life path has entered the next dawn.
Sister, you must be happy forever.
Your smile is as beautiful as the red lips blooming in the four seasons of birthday fragrance.
Your brilliance is like a stormy journey and a shining rainbow.
Sparkling colorful youth, blowing red May.
Gently, you get up and sing happy tomorrow.
Sister, there are many stories in your life.
The sadness of pedestrians passing by in a hurry
Interesting greetings under the lamp that night.
The lonely station has been smiling and shaking hands with the past.
Sister, I like the way you smile.
Just like a closed-moon flower bred by clear water.
Open in this colorful and complicated city.
Capture this journey alone, but lose this fragrance.
Goodbye, Changting. It used to be like the rainy season.
In a short time, I look forward to these countless encounters.
May all that remains in your heart is the green rain of the lake.
This is the only tenderness in our philosophical journey.
May your future hide countless wonderful things that you and I don't know.
This is our greeting to the next stop.
May you meet your bosom friend in this life as soon as possible.
This is a sunny May, and I deeply wish you.