Duo Lanxi Ling

Monologue Singing on the cliff, the snow is like broken gold, the corners of my clothes are fluttering, but if my voice is hoarse, I will tell the monologue of my soul again. Deep in my heart, the sound shakes the crisp clouds. Will it lead me back to my hometown, back to the innocent dreamland of my youth? The boy holding the pen cannot see through the black ink in the pen, and the girl holding the pen cannot hide the colorful colors in the painting. People are like ink bottles, settling, evaporating, overturning or swaying. ​My heart is filled with birds, please chase the high sky for me, regardless of whether it is wind or cloud, night or moon, sunny or sunny; my heart is filled with fish, please swim the sea of ​​life for me, even if I don't know the beauty of the sea. ​The divine shade tree, the sea of ​​flowers under the tree, the fantasy is true, heal my pain for her, and recreate romance. Since then, the world has gone backwards, ocean currents have returned to glaciers, and fallen leaves have embraced spring again. As long as the love is full, the years are written by me, her eyes are fixed... Love is real.