The moon is quiet, the stars are dazzling, the breeze is shining, and tears are swaying. A person wanders in the sad city, the love is gone, and close to sadness, and the heart is also sad. Looking at flowers in the fog, smiling and embracing the shadow of the remaining flowers, giving sheng, wine and joy, raising a glass to express the sadness. He speaks softly, letting his thoughts fly, turning into zero under the moon, sadness is sad, and he is covered in plain makeup, accompanying the shadow man, wandering around the world.

The years between me and you are like a dream, like flowing water, never returning. Sorrow hurts people, the prosperity is gone, the glass is broken, like broken memories, disturbing and lingering. The smile is gone, and there is no loneliness. The years pass by, the sadness of the white head, youth is already beautiful. The stain on the face, the red is hurting the other shore. The dust cuts the sorrow, how can it be, loneliness is cold, hurts the city, how much loneliness, how much lingering.[]

Wandering alone along the coast, the windbreaker floats, and the whole body is quiet. Let the fallen leaves bloom, and the shadows shine alone in the vast moon in the water. The ripples of the water spread lightly, and give a leisurely leisure. Listen to the quiet sea and listen to the heart. Looking at the moon in the water, it is beautiful, soft and desolate. Life is like a dream that has not yet awakened.

Close your eyes and gather your heart, listen, the invisible wind, and I am still lonely, sitting still, smelling the faint fragrance of the sea. Looking at the moonlight in the water and missing me, I give you at the end of the world, my heart is like the moon in the water, quietly thinking of you. Fate comes and goes, fate is hard to complete, flowers fade and wither another season, let the petals fly, float on your shoulders, touch their cheeks, feel the lightness and comfort. The wind rises and ripples, and flowers fly all over the sky, like

The dazzling rain of flowers is colorful and graceful like a butterfly. Several times of melancholy and several times of thought, I am immersed in the petals flying all over the sky, and tears flow down again. Tomorrow, whether you are back, you accompany me to see all the flowers in the fields, the quiet Zen flowers bloom and fade, the moon is flawless, and the breeze is gently blowing. The moon is soft, and the flowers are supported by the beautiful woman, who can say that it is not beautiful? The charm, the moon shadow is hazy, but the flowers and moon do not sympathize with others.

You left, I never hated you, I never blamed you, but I am too young, too simple, and not mature enough. When you say you are not good, I feel so painful, I don’t know how to comfort you, you say when you are drunk, I feel so painful that I can’t control myself, and my thoughts are confused. My language is too pale, but my heart is so painful because of every word you say. Too many, too many cannot, not as I wish, I want to leave, and leave this you that makes me hurt. Instead, it’s too difficult to fall in love with others, and I just care about my heart. I forgot to leave, time and time, I have become accustomed to having you, and used to everything that makes you feel sorry for you.

I once thought that the extravagant hope that love can be placed in your happy castle, and that you will be able to be beautiful in your world, and that you will be waiting for you quietly, not telling the past, not promising each other, never leaving each other, never leaving each other, never leaving each other, never regretting until death. Now, things are wrong, sadness is floating and ups and downs, but it hurts me deeper and deeper. Think carefully, I laugh at myself for being so innocent. In this way, I wish to be alone for the rest of my life. If I can’t wait, the love that lasts forever is exchanged for sad separation. The pain that is as painful as durian, it can no longer be healed.

Look at the fate flower,

The dust in the city,

But fragrant and melancholy,

The end of the world is broken, and the love in the past life is gone.

Compassionately,

Rather than being desolate.

How to do it,

Tears in the sea,

In the dream,

Sorrow and sorrow are buried in parting.

Off the bridge,

Broken Chang Pavilion,

Look at life with a smile,

Looking back, my heartbroken look was broken.

The world is full of people,

Can't tell the prosperity and separation,

It's swaying in the years.

The place where the eyebrows are lowered,

Let love leave,

Simple and hurtful,

Who will stay again?

Still empty,

Why bother to nostalgia?

The prosperity is withering, and the loneliness is still the same after it is overwhelmed by the years. How to copy the bitterness? The flowers remove the butterfly wounds, the dazzling sounds are just around the beams, the temples are filled with new frost, and the world is full of thoughts. It is hard to find the spring light, and when I look back, who will forget whom. Flowers are buried for me, and the butterflies are turned into red makeup. But I don’t know who to think about it for whom. Memory involves the established sorrow, a trace of past is desolate to the heart, and eyelashes soothe the lonely fear.

At the end of the song, the heart is not over, the person is dispersed, the tears are flying, and the smile is heartbroken. The full moon still shines in the west building. Are you building a curtain of dreams with me, share a bright moon with me, do you recite a poem with me, do you make a wish like me: During these days when you left, I have been silently thinking about you to be happy. On a quiet night, I silently look at your photos and want to say something to you.

In a lonely room, looking at the photos alone, keeping your beauty. I find that you are so far away from me, calling for the sound of missing you. You will not hear it. Despair, I have no way to retreat. The edge, I can't stand that time, I have no time to cherish it. The rain and tears are flying. At the moment you leave, how can I support the world without you? I can't give up, and I feel love. The end point is that our love is broken, I can't forget. In my memory, the world is only left.

Everyone gathers and disperses in the world. No one can see clearly when searching for them. Two people, a relationship, half a lifetime of fate, love is hard to be true. You walk your way, I have what I want, be me, be me, live happily, maybe thank you for your ruthlessness and indifference. I have to walk forward alone, see I have loved and hated passionately, and forget you freely, sing a song for myself at night, singing my sad song.

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