The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, I dream about the city, the peach blossoms on the moon, the rain breaks and the spring cold comes to the swallow house.
Who can play the drum after the farewell? The heart is broken and the world is broken, and the youth is ruined. A wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.
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What is happiness?
Happiness is when two people come together to help each other,
Or two people fearlessly longing for each other?
When the heat wave of passion rolls through the canyon of time,
Is the trickle that gradually subsides enough to support the once magnificent waves?
Maybe only those who have experienced it will know.