Cold music and broken strings - Tonight, thin fingers flick - Wen\Lean on the railing and listen to the wind. The seasons keep changing. The years are passing by. It's already autumn. Counting the journey, looking at the clear water. Seeing the clouds and smoke all the way. The p

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Cold song and broken strings

- Tonight, thin fingers flicking

- Wen\Leaning on the railing to listen to the wind

The seasons keep rotating

The years are exquisite

The passing years

Pay attention

It is already autumn

Count the blue water

Look at the clouds and smoke

Can't stay The past

that we lived in fixed the beauty in a certain corner of

and secretly fermented into sadness

A little bit

The prosperity is still

The waves of clouds and water

It cannot stand the reincarnation

The disability after being trampled

The eyes that once smiled with a smile

Looking back

are already lonely A piece of

The wind is rustling

Fallen leaves are whirling

The fleeting years

Smear the faint sentimentality into a roll

Lingering at the intersection of the years

Slowly

Spreading on the other side of the millennium of lovesickness

If time is not indebted

Who can't understand the romantic love

But due to the seasons

they were euphemistically separated

That time the true love under the peach blossom tree

The autumn wind was incomprehensible to Xiao Shuihan

The cold moon was difficult to understand and the fallen flowers were broken

That journey passed

One eye was deeply in love

How did it end

The fate of the world

was blurred Slightly speechless

Hurrying clouds

Scattered in the dust

Broken and messy

How many obsessions

Accumulated into the mottos of the years

Follow the passing years

Silent

A few spare sounds lamenting in the wind

This fate

How much sincerity does it take to understand it?

A love

How many hardships must one go through before it can last forever

Who has the medicine to cure this patient who is reluctant to leave

Like a dream in the world

How many infatuations

are drifting away in the wind in the waves of time

Those sounds of sadness and resentment

Regretful for the sincere call

Cold music and broken strings

Tonight, thin fingers flicking

Drunk chanting Qingci

Asking

Who has let down how many spring flowers and autumn dreams the moon is based on

Cold music and broken strings - Tonight, thin fingers flick - Wen\Lean on the railing and listen to the wind. The seasons keep changing. The years are passing by. It's already autumn. Counting the journey, looking at the clear water. Seeing the clouds and smoke all the way. The p - DayDayNews

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