What I saw was extinguished
Disappeared, remembered
I stand at the end of the world
Hear the soil sprout
Waiting for the flowers to bloom again
Leave the fragrance to your years
There is no lighthouse on the other side
I'm still watching
—————————— Faye Wong-"Flower on the Other Side"-derivative works
[Take the water from three paths, brew the flowers on the other side, boil the soup of forgetting the world, and walk on the bridge to life]
A small boat carries several reincarnations.
A wooden oar cuts through the dust of several generations.
{This world is dark and cold, but there are flowers blooming. }
{If you become a water ghost, will you not be able to remember the past?}
Dressed in red and with black hair, he was leaning on the river bank with his hands behind his back, not making any noise or making any noise, with a smile on his face.
{Manzhu Shahua is planted in its seven souls, imbuing it with its essence, sucking the blood of those who are close, and calling out the resentment of those who are far away. Chenghua refused to give up for a hundred years, but he was the most vicious person. }
The memory that has been sealed for hundreds of years is finally lost to that person's chuckle and ridicule.
Even if I wait for him for thousands of years, I will look back and not recognize her face.
{Tu Qing, do you think I look beautiful in red? }
{…………}
{Tu Qing, you are still handsome with black hair. }
{Um? }
{Tu Qing, you forgot me again. Don't be afraid. Once it disappears, you will remember it. }
The blame goes back and forth, only the flowers on the other side are red and scorching.
Reincarnation means going around for a week and then returning to the starting point.
The same is true, why do you persist? Why am I holding back?