The wind blows away the last fallen leaf in my memory, but I am still lingering with the prosperity of the past. In the world of smoke and waves thousands of miles, a worldly fate that is gradually fading away, the moon gradually fades away, the haggard person is thinner than the yellow flowers, and does not need to cook green plums, but just a little drunkenness in the past, it will get drunk with the small building of autumn rain and dye the sorrow of falling leaves.
Who says that the fallen leaves are silent and the flowers are falling without traces? How can a few lovesickness come to make love sad? Looking back, there is only the shadow of the waning moon, playing the piano alone, singing the strong wind. The past is like dust and smoke, the past is like sadness and sorrow, the pain passed by, the past vows are there, my tears are laughing at, but I don’t know that my lovesickness is like wine, the more I taste it, the stronger my only regret is that I can’t look back.
The years are shallow, the years are clear, I have seen through three thousand prosperity, but I can't let go of your smile, and I have seen all the joys and sorrows. Only when I reach myself, I know what desolation is. Love is a little bitter, but a little sweet in addition to that. Open the rose of love and don’t want to let it wither. Even if it is dried, it will continue the wonderful clip.
Maybe this is what I miss you, I can’t help but cannot turn back. Maybe I am just a fool in love. Although I cry in the ending you gave me, I am also happy in the story you gave me. Some nostalgia, some unforgettable, some unforgettable thoughts, are also scenes that make me throbbed.
