What have you heard of?
First song: I wish I had met too late. You had such a strange face. I only saw it today. I felt a little sad between us. Such a short love, looking at the sky, not letting tears flow down, and not saying a word of complaint... Do you believe that someone really doesn't meet after seven or eight years, and will still like you as always and be willing to continue to be with you...
Second song: Hold hands, because I love your love, because I dream of your dream, so I am sad about your sorrow, and happiness, because I pass by your road, because I suffer through your suffering, so I am happy about your happiness... Because I love your love, because I dream of your dream, and I cry... Tears are like rain...
The third song: Lilac, you say you love lilac, because your name is it, what a melancholy flower, sentimental person, when the flowers wither, when the picture is frozen...I first heard it was in my senior year of high school, and at that time I played a drama with the story of this song, crying loudly, and I heard it again, I have been in the third year of high school...
The fourth song: Friendship lasts forever, how can you forget that old friends can not miss you, how can old friends forget each other's friendship lasts forever? We used to wander on the green mountains of our hometown all day long, and we have also gone through hard work and wandering around...Do you miss the time that has passed away?
The fifth poem: The most romantic thing, sit on the carpet with your back, listen to music and talk about your wishes, you hope I will become more and more gentle, I hope you are in my heart, you said you want to give me a romantic dream, thank you for taking you to heaven... The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you slowly...
The sixth poem: Suddenly I heard you say that the sun rises and falls, the sun is hard to measure, the road is full of steps, I am used to it, you suddenly whirl and see through nature, then don’t leave time to pass by... I have tried to rely on others, but in the end I found that every difficult moment in life is survived by myself...
The seventh poem: The prose poem written by my father. The crops were not yet harvested in 1984. My daughter was lying in my arms and sleeping so sweetly. I didn’t have time to watch the open-air movie tonight. My wife reminded me to repair the pedals of the sewing machine. Tomorrow I will go to my neighbor’s house to borrow some money. The child cried all day... My father did not have prose poems, he only had thick calluses on his hands, and his head of white hair that was not as good as his age...
The eighth song: One game, one dream, don’t talk about separation, I won’t cry because of this, that’s just a dream last night, don’t say whether I want to, I won’t care because of this, that’s just a game last night, that’s just a game, that’s just a dream, although your shadow still appears in my eyes... Life is a game, a dream, and it’s time to end when you wake up!
The ninth song: I used to feel distressed, pedestrians passing by quickly on the road, no one would look back, I was just a stranger walking on the street with tears in my eyes, now I am just a stranger to you. When you saw me walking in the rain, you will no longer feel distressed for me. Why did I become stranger when I felt distressed... That was not my moon, but there was indeed a moment when the moonlight did shine on me, and the eternity in an instant...
I know you have been there, always, one.
