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Dream (two other songs)

Poetry and Dreams (two other poems)

"Dream"

Bloom in my dream to the most splendid

season, you are here

So my dreams withered

Withered in your still sad face

I remember that shocking moment

Countless summer flowers bloom before your eyes

So, in my eyes

Buried your graceful phantom

I have your burning flame in my heart

In that dark night of stagnant despair

In that noisy impetuous day

your sad smile

Penetrating my chest again and again

your clear voice

Echoes in my dreams for a long time

How many long winters and no summer days have passed

Devoured by the blizzard

In the lash of cold and loneliness

I thought I was dead

I thought you would never show up again

In a distant world that has lost your news

My soul is wandering alone like that

Wandering in the night, drifting in the cracks of day

Hovering in the shadow cast by death

I woke up from my dream, your face

once again projected in my chaotic pupils

The petals of dreams begin to set off

Withered in your still sad face

Withered in my still warm phantom

"Jiangnan"

Draw your sword, draw your sword

Jiangnan

How I want to see you

The still sharp sword pierces me

A chest that has been lonely for a hundred years



Where is the hero? What is the hero?

Where have you gone?

He's gone, never again

turn around

But who can, in Liuguang

Keep your blushing face in the fleeting time



How can there be a stainless sword?

that in the years

With an old face, have you ever

Saw a hero

I saw the cruel years

White snow under the temples



Boy, are you again

lost in willow bank

Those who sleep peacefully in the songs of warblers

Have you ever heard that distant

Eagle's call



Jiangnan

Why didn't you forget me

In your original beautiful days

The most enchanting butterfly

Also stay in your skirt



I'm drunk, drunk at the sunset

Drunk on you

In lingering longing

Long sword, come on

Jiangnan, come on

Look at that arrogant young man once

The heart burned by flames



and

The one who lives forever in fire

But you, Jiangnan

My eternal Jiangnan

"The Traces of Youth - Written in the Summer of 18"

The text here belongs to this summer

This summer will never pass away in life

I dedicate her to

This time flows between my fingers

These years are passing through the paper

----Inscription

Flowers of memory

Finally this summer

precipitation

after experiencing a brief

After dancing

falling pain

just like once

those who have appeared in life

But it’s like someone who has disappeared long ago

between my fingers

The aching fingertips

die in a

desperate night

time, memory

They are all moving away from me

but me

After all, I still have to

empty handed

I want to turn into a blue melancholy

I want to turn into a bright sadness

March flowers

never come back

like

The boy under the cherry blossom tree

a faint smile

bright eyes

A gust of wind blows

It's cherry blossoms

The sound of falling to the ground

fell on his long eyelashes

Falling in that sad memory

my sweetheart

The north-facing attic

Wait for me every night

fine dust

under the sun

falling rhythmically

secretly fall in love with you

looking at you secretly

I thought everything was just that simple

but

that's an abyss

An abyss of no return

Again in the cracks of time

The moment you look back

That romantic waiting

The bitter love of lonely lovesickness

my heart

The smile is in the corners of your moist eyes

The endless autumn water

That lingering dream

my sweetheart

On that night when the nightingale is tired

just me

Still on the branches

Singing that tears apart the class

I want to leave this city

I live this

5 years

But still a strange city

escape

With youthful weariness

With shattered dreams

midnight street

we are still singing

That eternal dream

The crest of time

mottled scars

huge golden crow

Carrying the sun

Flying from the place where hibiscus flowers bloom

ice blue sea

scratched

Thousands of years of waiting

The reincarnation of seven lives

Just for that moment of flame

Across the distant horizon

will never come back

lost memory

Lost like a flower in you

blooming on the face

lonely island

Isolated divine realm

I live on your island

Still in myself

blue nest

I will leave eventually

On the night when angels cry

I saw the goshawk hovering

Saw the snow lotus on the iceberg

I laughed

at heaven's gate

making a sincere sound

Honey

shed a tear

Just one drop

I can return

That white heaven

I know some things can never be saved

I try to use words to suture the wound

But they are already in pieces

Those scattered fragments are like that

Suspended and struggling in the sunshine of memory

I know

Time will eventually change everything

Whether it's commitment, love, friendship

Or something else

I have to admit the cruelty of time

But I also want to thank it

to our resilience

A test of our souls

it cost us a lot

It also taught us a lot

my summer

this

Give me eternal pain

Summer in exchange

Such an appearance

I watched this flow at a loss.

The years passed like this

Hands are still empty

my past my future

I have no idea

Do you really have no future?

Zhang Ailing said

Her love wife is on the back of the paper

And mine

Where should I ride my youth?

no one came to tell me

no one comes to join me

come to mourn

That day of death

in such a city

I always don't know what to say

I want to tear off my numb mask

but

It's seeped deep into my bones

I think I can remain reserved forever

all the time

so

I can disguise myself better

cover

Past love, friendship, wounds, glitz, despair

i lost too much

I always stretch out my hands

But except for the empty fingertips

i have nothing

Those watery years

I have no idea

Where does its soul come from?

I'm sad for it

pain for it

pity it

But there is always too much helplessness

I have to admit the cruelty of time

I want to wash away the scars with tears

But I don’t know when

I have no tears anymore

I don’t know who said a word

We are all children without a future

18 years old

we are still children

but

It’s also the age when there is pain in the bones

We play these two roles

Because of our confusion

we just lost our way

We are only

Don't want to cry

make excuses for yourself

Time will eventually erase everything

Faith, love, friendship, loneliness, loneliness,

everything we deal with

i like to be alone

Listen to the howling wind

Thinking of Anne's displacement

Su Tong's escape

The decline of prosperity

the turmoil of the seasons

Luoxue's helplessness

lonely struggle

struggle

Flow among the palm lines of fate

cry

In a lonely dark corner

wait

In the slit of thousands of years


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