The City Fell

The white flowers fall into my arms gracefully It stopped gradually, it was exactly one year, and the old friend came Dreaming leisurely, passing through the mountains The night is deep, who knows that the past is always buried in the moonlight? Carrying a wind lantern, four watch, set foot on the mountain pass outside the city Take one look and turn around, it's five o'clock and I won't come back Hesitating outside the door, waiting and waiting, unable to let go He is still wandering in the world of mortals Woke up from a drunken dream, dismissed and lamented several beloved ones The greenery is blooming, melting away the spring spirit. The wind is miserable and there are red seals left on the mud. Where are the people? The dream is faint, flowing through the dusk Thinking about it, who knew that crossing would always be faster than the moon setting? Carrying a wind lantern, four watch, set foot on the mountain pass outside the city Take one look and turn around, it's five o'clock and I won't come back The soul in the ice and snow, I waited and waited and couldn't let go She is still wandering in the world of mortals Woke up from a drunken dream, dismissed and lamented several beloved ones Listen to the heavy snow tonight weighing down the moss Wearing a cold coat and lightly holding a purple ribbon Seven nights of snow and vast white sky Autumn water soaks the deserted cliff, and flying flowers are a foot thick Jinghong Qing Tian Lai, the old friend is no longer here The dead branches bury the youth and wait for it to bloom next year monologue in book Together the dust of a lifetime Intention: