Who is a passer-by in someone's life now, like a dream that has just begun, and I am the woman who only wants to dream by your pillow. You hold me in your arms, and I hold your hand, feeling grateful that I met this beloved man today and every night. In the quiet quilt pillow, the moonlight pours down, just like the quiet lake in the dream, with the fragrance of green grass floating on it, and the dawn outside the window is cool.
Ten miles of peach blossoms, half a city of smoke and sand.
Here, once the idiot is hesitant, he will be hesitant for the rest of his life. Even if there are no bones in the loess for the rest of his life, he will not be able to change your smiling eyebrows and look back.
Over there, the young man was so obsessed that he couldn't get out of the flowery alley. He wandered around with sorrow and resentment, misunderstanding that it was she who was trapped in tears and tossing and turning in the middle of the night, not him.
Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
Brother Jin, don't forget the song that taught Yili. You cried for it, and I cried for you.
Nanke dreams of returning to the peach blossoms, and the green lanterns are always with her.
I warmed the bed tent by the moonlight and fell asleep with your dream in mind.
In the dream, I will treat you with your eyebrows and eyes as before, and I will say the same thing again, and I will miss you deeply.