Night Dye Nuo Weiyang

The pictures of the years are washed away by the blue sky, and they are still remembered in the ears. The gift is a ray of moonlight that cannot hold the hand. Listening to the flute in the evening, I feel sad, the lonely shadow is independent, a little bit, the inevitable sadness of separation. Is this situation a matter of despair? We looked at each other speechless, already, the land was silent. So close to the end of the world, when I turn around, the embankment of tears collapses. Looking back suddenly, I wonder if the figure with sleeves fluttering in the dim light behind the BMW car is still willing to keep the promise I made at the beginning: grow old together and never see each other again. Through the thunder of winter and the snow in summer, I am willing to read Shangxie with you. The night is full of music and dance, without thinking or hesitation. A promise that lasts forever is hard to make. In the snowy mist, I am heartbroken and dejected. Where can I not forget the chapter of Jinshu Mountain Alliance? The blooming years turn into vicissitudes. We look at each other speechlessly, just because there are thousands of words hidden in our hearts. The world is so close, holding hands, enjoying the world together. In the evening of Changting, the person who is wandering in the place where the chilly cicadas are constantly miserable and the orchid boat is urging me to start, can I still keep the promise I made at the beginning: grow old together and never say goodbye again, through the winter thunder and summer snow, I am willing to read Shangxie with you.