No matter how beautiful things are, they will eventually wither.
No matter how fine the weather is.
Will eventually become the past.
I am here
Write down my thoughts about you.
you
What about her
How's it going?
flower
No matter how beautiful things are, they will eventually wither.
dream
In front of us
The evening breeze is soft.
comb one's hair
In the lonely night, I am the only one thinking about you.
wind
Blowing through the red roof
you
Blurred my memory.
Blue Guitar
Lying by the bed
Pop up fragile loneliness.
The evening breeze blows gently.
Remind me of my thoughts.
Blow up a diary
This is your memory.
Recall past youth
Where are you?
Will you remember like me?
Neon at night
Cover up a lonely heart
A letter to you.
There is no destination.
Still loving you can only be kept in my heart.
write from memory
A person's monologue
rain
Scattered blue tears
listen to
That's your voice.
Young and willful
Don't understand love
Whose past is reflected in the old pond?
The evening breeze blows gently.
Bring my thoughts.
Blow across the street
Two people's past
Fingers clenched.
Kissing and wheezing
Without your scenery now.
A clear night sky
Firefly skirt flying
Declining popularity
This is your dream.
Who plays the love March?
But who am I sorry for?
The evening breeze blows gently.
Remind me of my thoughts.
Blow up a diary
This is your memory.
Recall past youth
Where are you?
Will you remember like me?
Neon at night
Cover up a lonely heart
A letter to you.
There is no destination.
Still love you can only
In my heart
write from memory
A person's monologue
Pinellia ternata is covered with injuries.
-
Xia Wanan
Word: flower base
Qu: Flowers are cheap.