Spring is not yet gone, but the flowers are beginning to fall.
A moment of beauty, fleetingly passed.
You don't understand, and you never can,
The fading face, the drifting, loveliness.
The flowers fall, as beautiful as yesterday, as sorrowful as yesterday;
I made no promises, and endured the torment alone.
The flowers fall, with nowhere to land.
From now on, I will sing no more for you.
This is a story about someone caught between dreams and reality. Some people in this world pursue their dreams, while others only want a peaceful life. Those who chase their dreams have them shattered by reality; those who seek a quiet life live quietly to the end.
Is it better to bloom magnificently and die magnificently, or to remain in this world quietly, in an ordinary way...
This is a question worth considering.
Theme:
There is a place whose name has not changed
The oil paint is lightly scented, very fragrant...
If you don't have money and want to meet a talented woman, there is no way. Mr. Xu please.
I want to regain my life, but I am more reluctant to let go and sink deeper and deeper.
Tonight's moon, the song in my heart.
The lamp is out, the oil is out, the rain is falling, the cold rain is knocking on the window, and I cannot forget the haunting past.
The three living treasures come together to read, study, and take exams.
Zhu Jin moved toward hope, and gradually fell toward despair. Hope and despair coexist.
The bitter ending, the grave of love.
Even when the music comes to an end, I am still amazed by the beautiful tone of the poem! The lingering fragrance lingers and the aftertaste is endless.