Don't Listen

Don't listen However, we cannot hear Dust falls on the scattered cattails The clouds are Zhang, singing a lonely little ballad There are cats and dogs whispering in the distance And the leaves rustling and swaying their brows The spring breeze is thousands of miles away, and the sunset is just right The sky smiled Don't listen, don't listen No ending ---------------------------------------- This world is extremely absurd, so it's reasonable for me to give up. I'm leaving. Goodbye Fucao. Don't look for it, don't miss it. We'll never meet again in this life. ----------Don't listen