Don't waste rainwater. The sand will eat it up and recycle it in N years.
My dear, please let go. Countless gray-toned songs are trying to forget you.
Please return my wandering to me. I don't like the tears in a foreign land.
If I really shed tears, I would like to look back on the road we have traveled
The rust of the orc pen mottles someone's memory
Don't remember, give me hope, there is the same road ahead
I can't bear to forget what happened in the past, but there's not the same you ahead of me
Give me dew-like vulnerability, pick up your smile and leave before dawn
Will you be as fragile as tears, like dew falling on the window of life?
The encounter in front of the window is destined to be just a chance encounter, like a butterfly that comes and leaves.
I can bear the loneliness of the cold moon. At that time, the desolation was the beauty of memories.
If the footprints are so fragile that they are healed by time, they are lonely and forgotten love and hate.
If the fog in the night is always clear, it is the corner of my heart that I have never forgotten.
Give me a chance to breathe and look up at the mysterious moon river that is as bright as the moon
There are no petals, only the oath falls far away from the horizon like fireworks ending a tragic comedy.
Can't forget the canopy or solitary sail cruising in the youthful life
Because even if it hurts, it still collects the beauty of life