Like a flower, like a dream, it is our brief encounter; lingering, drizzle, tears falling down the alley; listening to the wind quietly, heartache, memories embedded in the waning moon; sadness arises secretly, it is difficult to meet again, and I am intoxicated with idiotic dreams.
This life is no longer, looking for the lost face, sighing; the coldness has turned into a scene, swimming by, only the crazy dream in front of the flowers is left; the loneliness is painting mandarin ducks, looking at each other, it is me who is in love; the depth of love is no longer understood, people are haggard, dissipated in the mist and rain.
The flowers are falling gracefully, the years are passing by, and the raindrops are dimly visible; a promise remains unchanged, but love has been torn apart by time; you see that the color of the sky is still very light, but unfortunately, only the memories are left hovering in the air; the longing is rejected, the love you give is too pale, I am as naive as a child, waiting for you to come back, but it is a pity that my position has been replaced by someone.
Two or three fallen leaves, missing each other, missing you, smiling face; one or two drops of rain, commemorating our past drop by drop; time rotates in summer, autumn, in an instant, love turns into a cocoon; love and hate last for two days, three days, four years and five years, until love slowly falls; look at the sky, the birds are still flying, the flowers have withered, and flow with the water, a song The music lingers in the movement; the thoughts spread throughout the night sky, the lantern illuminates the midnight, and the shadows gradually turn yellow during the long wait; too many sorrows are outlined under the moonlight, prosperity and sorrow are finally in the past, and the shooting stars streak across the sky to make the most beautiful wishes; I think I will hide my wounds, hide in the corner quietly, and forget you...