My eyes still see your silhouette
Disappeared in the sea of people
Fate is too ridiculous, I was destined to miss it from the beginning
Love is like this, if the heart moves, it will be doomed
If the tears flow, there will be no end.
What passes through my heart is bitterness.
When love is sweet to sadness, I dare not admit that in the season of spring rain, without your love, will there be spring in my life?
I am regretting the past, and the memories I brought out from the dust are clearly imprinted with the sound of the flute
The mortal world has been around for a thousand years
It is absolutely desolate, a blue serenade
Deep love, true attachment, thick
Many beauties All the memories were lost by the river of lovesickness.
And picked up one by one by the extended sight.
Falling on the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.
The heart has been meditated, and the thoughts are long and empty.
Love is fate and calamity.
Will the reincarnation of true love still have to go through a long wait?
No one can give an answer
Looking to the end of the world, a kind of thought wanders in the poignant and decisive poetry
In the end, it will go with the wind
Will the good news that comes with the wind be yours?
White clouds are stained with melancholy
Irony My infatuation is hard to change, we are one step away from each other
But who brought you the melancholy of nine hundred years ago
Leave your wet dream on my covered bridge?
Your melodious piano sound flies in the time
The resonance of the moment
The story of looking through the autumn water, the graceful reverie
Still the flowers blooming and falling
The devout worship of the heart sound brings us back to the thousand-year fate
Oh, I only regret that we met too late
