The sky is gray like it's been crying
After I left you
It wasn't freer
The sour air
Keeping our distance
A scene of a drunken ending
It was like a breath of air that I couldn't stop
Drawer of yellowed diary
Found the memories
The memories
What I've learned is that I'm not sure if I've ever seen you before.
That smile is silly
Your past and mine
are y and truly forgotten
Love after the oxygen deprivation
The tears of the heart are redundant
I know that you and I aren't at fault
I just forgot how to step back
Promises that were made
are all but forgotten in time
I know we're not wrong
It's just better to let go
The best love is taken away
I know we're not wrong
It's just better to let go
The best love is sure to be taken away
Believe that you and I will have a beginning
Just because we're not wrong
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The crescent moon on the top of the white bamboo fence
Would love to tell my her It's like a picture here
Last year's Christmas card Memory in your?
She's not in the picture at all, and I'm still playing dumb. Oh.
Promise to do it for me?
The student dormitory was empty
The phone was on hold but I couldn't wait for her
The rain poured down in my heart, but it couldn't wet her hair
The sadness that should have been so obvious to me, there was no time lag
The rain poured down in my heart, but it couldn't get her wet
The wind that passed through the buds of the yard cooled the flowers that were in my hands
The wind that passed through the buds in the yard cooled the flowers that were in my hands. Flowers in my hand
"I'll walk with you till the end"
White kites
Quiet innocence
Real feelings
Dreamy and far away
Sweet sea water
Complicated tears
Seeing you giggle
Holding my hand
Dreams that hopefully have no end.
It's good that we've come this far
Because I don't want to go through this happiness too fast
It's a pity there's no blessing
But loving you isn't lonely
I won't make you cry again
I'll walk with you until the end
Can't you turn back
You hold me tightly
Saying that you don't need promises
You said I'd be freer if I was alone
I don't know what you're talking about
I won't let go anyway
I'll be with you till the end
Can't you think too much
Will you hold hands
Later to the end
You said we shouldn't see each other again just for the sake of a moment
Thanks. You let me hear it
Because I'm waiting for eternity
Release (Theme Song of "A City Full of Gold")
Your tears are soft and hurtful
The bleak white moon bends and hooks up with the past
The night is too long and it freezes with frost
Who's in the attic in icy despair
Rain gently drips through the red-violet windows
My whole life on paper, I'm holding my hand.
My life is on paper, blown by the wind
Dreams are far away, turning into a wisp of haze
With the wind, you look like me
The chrysanthemums are miserably wounded, and your smile is already yellow
The flowers are falling, and I am still in a state of shock
The wind blows in the north, and the night is still young, and you can't keep cutting the shadows
I am left alone, with a frosty lake
Flowers also pull each other up.
It is good or bad
Brilliant life is the most clear
From Niangzi singing to double-crossing stick Dongfeng Broke to hair like snow ~ all the way
It is the first pair of China's style of song is not in the way of the Chinese style
Stick to the style of my life in my world
Whoever is more than three years old to sing a counter-tune is my nature
Surprisingly ~ it's my personality
It is my personality.
But I chose the desert because I named it Conceit
The ending is more fun
There's just one word left
The lyrics are a little bit indistinguishable
Because I chose to look myself in the eye
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Because it's not a parting shot
Moulin Rouge
The corners of your mouth turn up a little bit, sexy.
I can't imagine such a heartbeat, you want it all
The candlelight is burning, there's a certain mood, the eyes are out of focus, it's wonderful
The dance of ecstasy, you twist lazily, you can't stand it
Your smile on the wind, it smells like ecstasy
Your pepperminty love signals to me that you're in love
You are graceful like a cat, moving lightly around me, like a cat, moving around me.
You're graceful, like a cat, moving lightly around
The sweetness of love spreads and festers, and the ambiguity comes just in time
RAP:
The corners of your mouth are slightly upturned, and you are so sexy, it's hopeless
I can't imagine, such a heartbeat, and you want it all
Your lipstick, so bright, so red, so sublime in one bite
This is like a dream, and the atmosphere is subtle, 'cause I want to run away from love with you.
The omen, the atmosphere is subtle, because I love you, I know
The Compendium of Materia Medica
If Hua Tuo were born again, Chong Yang would be cured
Foreign countries come to learn Chinese characters, and visit my national physician
Strychnos, cassia seeds, auricularia seeds, and lotus seeds
Huang yao zi, bitter bean seeds, neem seeds, I want to save face
Writing a history, in my own way. Rewrite a piece of history
Nothing else Follow me to recite a few words
Yam, angelica, wolfberry, GO Yam, angelica, wolfberry, GO
Look at me grab a handful of Chinese medicine and take a post of pride
My expression is leisurely, jumping around
Movement is easy and comfortable You can't learn
You're in pain and in mourning, your mouth open
This Hua Tuo is in the I'm waiting for him to wake up
I'm looking at him with a relaxed expression
I'm using calligraphy to write about the dynasty, and I'm spreading my inner strength
I'm waving the block letters in a bold manner, and I'm reciting a line of dialogue
It's all settled, so let's see who's the best
What kind of pills are we going to make
The antlers are not to be cut too thin, and the teacher can't copy them from his masters
Turtle-ling jelly
The Chinese medicine, the Yunnan Baiyao medicine, the Yunnan Baiyao medicine. Yunnan Baiyao
"Yellow Sand"
1983 Alley December Sunny
Faced with Chapter 7 Typewriter continues to push towards the ending y coded line
Smelling the fog of that cigarette and looking at the wilting tree The tree also cried to me in haste
Far away from the round square in front Going home is just sadness The moonlight badge
Slightly cool nobody The north of thought is evil in the Victorian moonlight
Writing a draft of a youthful ending, the palms of hands that meet, melting ideals who are not there
Pictures on the wall, the illusion of destruction, the contradiction of the alley that leads him across the street
Trying to make a perfect score, the manipulation of a sin that can't be accused, just as
I wrote a magnificent and cruel score, and put the ideals that I would, I would, I would, I would, I would.
The morning light is dry and blows away a sorrow, the black ink burns the incense
This time it can only be blown to the soil with no footprints, the sudden illusion of nothingness
It is possible to be unfaithful to your beliefs, each person lies with a mask for a different reason
To this night there is only one name for it, that is, the desire to transcend the fabrication of the human heart
Reality can be untainted by the fact that you can't be dirty, but it is possible that you can't be a good person.
We can be the same dull necessity we used to be until the truth was moved
The sunroof of destruction, the last piece of which is beyond the usual
I hear footsteps of the expected moccasin heel
He pushes the door open, the evening wind is cold, there's no premonition
He listens to himself, in the name of the words he says, and I turn around
The night sky begins to boil when it's time for the extinguishments
And the azaleas start to boil when they go out.
Azaleas are learning to bloom The dawn of the night
I savor the last sip of sweet wantonness
Retrospective
Listen to Your Mother
Children, do you have a lot of questions
Why is it that while others are out there reading comics, I'm learning to draw Talking to the piano
Everyone else is playing a game, I'm leaning against a wall reciting my ABC
I said I wanted a big airplane
Instead, I got an old screwdriver
Why you have to listen to your mommy
When you grow up, you'll start to understand that kind of talk
When I grow up, I'll start to understand why I can run faster than anyone else and fly higher than anyone else
In the future, I'll be reading all the comics I'll draw
When I sing all the songs I'll be singing
I'll be reading all the comics I'll draw.
Everyone will sing songs I wrote
Mom's hard work is not for you to see
Is the tenderness in her heart
Whenever you have time, hold her hand more often
Holding hands and sleepwalking together
Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt
I want to grow up fast so that I can protect her
Pretty white hairs sprouting in bliss
At the same time, I will be able to protect her.
Angel's magic, warmth and kindness
In your future, music is your trump card
That trump card is falling in love and I don't want to be taught to be bad
Listen to your mom and fall in love later
I know what's in store for you, and why should I know better than I do
You're writing about your future because of too many of your classmates studying in the classroom
But I'm here, mom, and I'm here, and I'm here.
But I'm here, mom. I'm going to study hard.
How did studying hard come out of my mouth?
I don't want you to lose, so I'm telling you to study hard?