At the crossroads, whose grass grows and the orioles fly [text/Princess Xiaoxiang]. ]
This is a foreign land where you woke up from a hangover.
Incomplete moonlight
It is so easy to sing a thin swan song.
Scratch dawn
Cicadas falling from the treetops are still telling this.
A prophecy (usually unlucky) that is considered to have been fulfilled.
Don't be too old for you to know.
How carefully I used to pull my thumb.
Say I love you.
two
Can you reach heaven through the sun?
Gently erect your index finger.
Others are clamoring for fatigue, and I am hiding my injuries.
So what? After all these years,
Accustomed to sleepless nights
Through street after street.
Even if you don't mention the past.
Or my own wound
three
Scrub the dusty road with tears.
The oath written on the middle finger has long been blown away by the wind and rain.
This summer is fading away.
Some sentences have been forgotten by us.
Forgotten by us
Look out the window.
Red as water.
four
You said the ring finger was a broken chapter.
Maybe I should have known.
Happiness is just a stream of water, but it is scooped with the shallowest spoon.
What are you talking about? I will send you a flower, and you will stay away from here.
Dear, please watch me turn around and smile like a flower.
five
My little finger no longer hurts.
And the past.
Forget each other in rivers and lakes
After all, I will lose July and walk on the shoulders of August.
Looking down at the world of mortals, everything is slowly indifferent.
It's just that their fingers are cold
Maybe it's the world of mortals in your life and mine.
It's at the crossroads.
Look at the Fei Ying grass growing in the distance
Hide a sharp sword, quiet as a flower.