A wisp of fragrance, not too strong, lingers in the breath, lily petals bloom again and again, how many are there in the world?
The sky is clear and the sun is hanging high. I scratch my lips with my fingers. Thinking of the past, I sigh again and again, leaving vague traces.
Who do I cry for, who do I smile for? After a few years, they are broken into pieces and disappear without a trace, like a withered lily.
The wind is howling wildly, and the clothes are dancing with it, dancing deep in the soul. Ling is in Guangzhou, far away. Can't reach out to grab someone.
Waiting hard, looking at the sun and the moon, only the end of the year is gone. Your departure brings in my thoughts, and melancholy is like a dream.
That year, that month, that day...
I still remember the moment of love at the Nanmen Transfer Center, the moment of dancing at the Provincial Agricultural Technical School, the moment of comedy in front of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, the moment of waiting at the bus stop, I still remember, I still remember...
There is cause and effect reincarnation in the past life. In this life, I repay my love again. Will heaven and earth witness it? The wild geese flying south bring me full of longing. What is the meaning of love and what is the meaning of love? No one can tell clearly until the end is reached.