The moonlight is like smoke, and the stars appear suddenly
The breeze is facing me, but I don't know how delicate and leisurely it is
Years pass by like a fleeting time, tireless, searching for half a life in vain, but still thinking about the past
To whom can I tell the ancient charm of the light bell, and to whom can I play the delicate strings?
Don't ask, don't ask
Look at the crescent moon and the twinkling stars.
How the shower complains about the strong wind, Chunying only remembers the prosperous moment
Who said that the fleeting time turned into an epiphyllum?
But it is also a leisurely life, dreaming under the red curtain
Ridiculous and trivial things float in the new green, and ripples in the prosperity
I hold up the new branches of the fragrant grass, but I don't know how to respond, and I can't find the scorching heat.
Drawing thoughts are like quicksand, like water, but memories are hard to move away
I have never loved, but I miss you so much
The clear eyes are filled with tears, and the eyelashes are already covered with crystal frost.
The words that had never been spoken suddenly came to my mind:
The phantom of the empty wind remains in my heart, and the soft voice still lingers in my ears. I remember that spring night, a curtain of dreams
Half dreaming, half awake, half alive, an old friend with every frown and smile
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The dream is over.
What is left behind is only regret...