Library

I used to look for you in the crowd to see if anyone looked back. I have been secretly looking for a pair of watching eyes all my life. Calm and urgent, he knows me, so he sees me. Now I want to know you in love, because I don't know what love is. I just feel more and more thirsty and I'm getting old. When we are like children who have lost the hand holding their mother, wandering back and forth in the maze-like city, unable to tell what they have lost, there is such a gentle and low voice singing for us: One day they will become such poor people, and feel sorry for themselves every day. If I am afraid of this, then please give me a heart and lots of love.

There have been many winds in life, blowing off so many of our leaves and fruits. The wind took away countless laughter and sighs quietly disappeared into the river bed. Who will commemorate our short lives, who will collect every fallen leaf, laughter and sigh of us. Ah Ke tenderly recorded that childhood, hometown, fairy tales, and little love songs distinguish the glory of each life under the humble appearance, as if we will never forget it.