I can't escape the thorough cold and sadness
If this is not a metaphor
, it is the necessity of fate. I hold a cup of coffee in my hand
Listen to a song " Yulin Ling " from ancient times to the present
The music is as colorful as the fireworks of the Lantern Festival, interpreting the gorgeous style
along the way Its magical vein, I touched the palm lines of time
I am flying freely with your eyes in the warm and weak
in the winter,
Oh, my lover, the rhythm is my memory
no one knows, I dance in the black and white
piano keys, and you are me Poetry and picturesque inspiration
How much you burn in my heart like Fire Phoenix
Make me love soft and heartbroken
But after a thousand twists and turns, it is still empty
That colorful youth, the love that has been gone forever
sank a loud bang, leaving only your eyes
Who examines fate, if you look at life as if you were the first meeting
Even if there are hundreds of loves, thousands of emotions
In the end, you are still sad and sad.
days If there is love, the sky is old , who would believe that
such poetic love still leaves so sadly?
I am wandering around the world, people change, love is hard to fulfill
In the dream of spring, listen to the swallows whisper:
The most beautiful thing in the world is that I can't get it, or I have lost it
I cut my love with one sword but I say that I have changed the past years
