The shop windows facing the street are silent, the city is asleep,
Roses poeticize the withering of this place,
Remembering you takes all my energy.
No matter what street or alley you are in, you only feel beautiful when you pass by it.
The fallen leaves depend on the night wind, but in the end they are empty.
It was because I was so eager to see it, that I even mistook my revolt as a kind of expectation!
Get in your caravan and play ball games,
But I didn't ask you to confirm, and I was very disappointed.
If his face is burned, the so-called lover's tears,
What's sweet or precious about it?
Twelve years in Beihua, goodbye Zhao Jiahao, see you blooming...
The rest of my life is long, maybe the flow never stops,
No favor comes slow and flawless.
After experiencing the long night of life and death, I read the autumn coolness carefully,
Like a tacit understanding of homesickness, I eventually learned to act as if nothing had happened,
And your eyes are like peaceful catastrophe. Reluctant to see through,
If my love lasts forever, will my longing and longing flourish...
May we know whether we are warm or cold,
In the future, it can still cover tens of millions of water.
Purpose: To commemorate my 9 years with him