Wedge
Wrong marriage, wrong beauty. Even if you lean against the sky, there is only one shadow left, don't remember each other. The sound of the piano is silent and the sound of the flute is cold. Even if there is no trace of the spirit, this life is over and the next life is promised. The lights slowly dimmed during the long night. I am still melancholy, feeling that I have a destiny but not a destiny; I also regret that I have a destiny but not a destiny.
The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, and the dust of singing disperses, and the longing is lost; lightly touching the strings of the piano is as delicate as the wind, for whom will the longing be broken?
Tears in the sea, clouds in Wushan, and the bustling world of Zimo. When I look back suddenly, the flower-like face and the sea-like tenderness will shine through the endless yellowing years. The clouds are broken and sparse shadows are slanting horizontally; the geese pass by and perch silently. At this time, I just want to share the joy of beauty with you.