And you hold an umbrella and hold me in your arms
Be careful with every word of your oath
There is a thousand kinds of tenderness in your eyes
Like the spring breeze, the ice and snow also melt away
That year, spring was in full bloom on Long Street
Riding horses and traveling together in misty rain like a dream
Take shelter from the rain under the eaves
Look into a pair of deep eyes
Like the breeze carrying fine snow in Huashan Mountain
Cool rain
The wind blows through the faint fragrance
For a moment my heart throbs like the edge of your gentle sword
Passing by like a thunderbolt
Are the words "love" written empty?
Each stroke is carefully considered and given as a gift.
Be willing to be humble in exchange for a smile
Or become mediocre
And you hold an umbrella and hold me in your arms
Be careful with every word of your oath
There is a thousand kinds of tenderness in your eyes
Like the spring breeze, the ice and snow also melt away
Whose family will we meet again at a wedding later?
The beauty is shaking red in the shadow of the candle
Lingering lights
Reflecting a picturesque face
Like the gentle old dream of cardamom branches
Don't recognize the other person
Suddenly my thoughts surged
I hope your white clothes remain as old as before
Looks a bit frozen
Who knew I was terrified
Maybe I should pretend to be crazy while drunk
Leave a touch of lipstick in your arms
Let's sing and recite old things slowly
Let others be alarmed
But I can only pretend to be calm
Listen carefully to those who are deeply affectionate
I won't look at your familiar face
Just drink in silence and be indifferent
Snow blows through the white clothes outside the mountain gate
Melting at the fingertips again
Carrying a long sword to ask questions about the vast world
Where to go
This life is like a joke
Laughing at myself
Wishful thinking has a beginning and an end
If you had already been of the same mind as others
Why bother to offend me? I lost my love for you
Do you think I'm lost?
You are actually moved
Fortunately, I have been floating in the world of mortals for many years.
This heart is full of holes
How can I be afraid that you will use your ruthlessness as a blade?
Add a crack
It won't hurt
It's better to bury the past in the wind
Use the long sword as a monument and frost and snow as a tomb.
If the mistake in this life lies in meeting each other
Seek a good death
Walking alone by the Nanping Old Bridge
It happens to be foggy when the mountain rain comes
I remember those years when I was hugged under an umbrella
Like lying on a bridge cable
had a dream
After waking up from the dream, he fell and was shattered into pieces.
Without a shadow or a trace
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