1 White Windmill
White Kite Quiet Innocence Real Feeling Dreamlike Distance Sweet Sea Water Complicated Tears Look at you smiling and holding my hand Dreams hopefully there's no end We'll go as far as we can because I don't want to go too fast to finish this happiness It's a pity there's no blessing But I love you and not alone Won't let you cry I'll walk with you to the end Can't you not turn back You hold me tightly I don't know what you're talking about but I won't let you go I'll walk with you till the end can't you stop thinking too much can't you hold hands a little bit later to the end you said we shouldn't see each other just for a moment thank you for letting me hear it because I'm waiting for eternity
2 Listen to your mom
What do you think about your little friend, why do you learn to draw when everyone else is reading comics and why don't you learn how to draw when you can't? When I grow up, you'll begin to understand why I run faster than others, fly higher than others, and in the future, everyone will read my comics and sing my songs. I'm not going to be able to see the warmth in her heart Whenever you have time, you have to touch her hand more often and hold her hand and sleepwalk together Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt I want to grow up fast so I can protect her Beautiful gray hair sprouting in happiness Angelic magic warmth and kindness
In your future, music will be your ace, and that ace will fall in love I don't want to teach you a lesson, so listen to your mom and fall in love later I know the road ahead for you, so why do you know more about your life than I do? so you bragged to your classmates that the future God of Gamblers was your father i couldn't find the love letters you wrote you like to admit it because i'll understand you'll be holding her on the playground you'll start to like to sing pop songs because Jacky Cheung will start to get ready to sing Kiss Farewell listen to your mom don't let her get hurt i want to grow up fast so i can protect her beautiful grey hairs happiness is always sprouting angelic magic warmth in kindness listen to your mom don't let her get hurt i want to grow up fast so i can protect her When I grew up, I began to understand why I ran faster and flew higher than others. In the future, everyone will read the comics I drew, and everyone will sing the songs I wrote. My mother's heart is something she won't let you see, and the warmth is in her heart. Whenever you have time, you have to touch her hand more often, and hold her hand and sleepwalk together. Listen to your mother's words, don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up fast so that I can protect her, and my beautiful gray hair will always be happy, and angels are kind in the magic of warmth.
3 Thousands of miles away
The eaves of the house are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the ocean, I'm waiting for the swallows to return, the time has been arranged, an accident has been played, and you're quietly walking away, the story is outside of the city, the fog is thick, it's hard to see, I can't see, I can't hear, the wind doesn't blow, it's just me, I'm feeling sad, I've awakened from my dream, and who's there on the windowsill to open up the ending, that thin future, that can't stand up to whoever's going to tear it apart, I'm sending you away, thousands of miles away, you're silent, black and white, silent times, maybe we shouldn't have fallen in love, it was too distant. I've been waiting all my life to see if you're still there, and I can't tell if you're still there, or if you're still there, or if you're still there. Heart Rain
The crescent moon on the top of the white bamboo fence I want to tell my her It's like a picture here Last year's Christmas card Memories in your mess The picture started without her I'm still playing dumb Oh, I promised to run and dig for me Learn to fiddle with it The empty corner of the student dormitory The empty corner of the student dormitory Keeping the phone, but I can't wait for her Heart rain pours down, but can't get wet her hair It should be obvious to keep up with the attachments that sadness has no jet lag Heart rain pours down, but can't get wet her hair The heartbreak has no jet lag The rain pours down from my heart, but I can't get her wet. The cold wind passes by the buds in the yard, and cools the flowers in my hand.
5Back
The sky is gray as if I've been crying. After I left you, I didn't feel freer. Sour air holds our distance. An intoxicating ending, like a breath of air. I couldn't stop myself. I found my memories in the yellowed drawer of my diary, and the smile was silly. Your past and mine have been y and truly forgotten. Chapter 7>
1983 Alley December Sunny Facing Chapter 7 Typewriter continues to push towards the ending deep yards down a line Smells the fog of that cigarette looking at the wilting tree tree also hastily cried to me Looking far ahead at the rotunda Going home is just sadness Moonlight emblems faintly cool No one makes a sound Thoughts of the north Wickedness in the Victorian moonlight Writes a draft of a greenish finish Intersecting palms Melting Ideals who are not present, pictures on the wall, the illusion of destruction, contradictions that lead to the alley across the street, the struggle for perfection, the manipulation of this unaccountable sin, as if I had written a magnificent and brutal piece of music, to put this ideal I would have written with my own hands, the morning light drying up and blowing away a sadness, the black ink burning with incense
At this time, it can only be blown into the soil with no footprints, the sudden illusion of emptiness can be the infidelity of the belief that each person is lying for different reasons, and the night will come with a mask of lies. The reason for lying with a mask to this night there is only one name that is called desire farfarther farther than the human heart of the fabrication of reality can not be soiled we can be the past plain necessity until the truth is moved to destroy the skylight to the last piece of the beyond the usual I heard footsteps are expected moccasin heel he pushed the door of the evening wind is so cold no signs of his own listening to the name in the narrative I turned around extinguished the night sky began to boil when the black ink burned incense. When the night sky began to boil Azalea bloomed in the Institute of the dawn of the night I tasted the last mouthful of sweet wantonness and recalled that it was only the quiet growth of the fiddle wandering along the banks of the Thames and the broken fish steps I wrote a magnificent and cruel piece of music to put this ideal I would have written with my own hands black ink burned with fragrance If I wrote a magnificent and cruel piece of music to put this ideal I would have written with my own hands the morning light dried up and blew away a sorrow black ink burned with fragrance if I had written a magnificent and cruel piece of music to put this ideal I would have written with my own hands the morning light dried up and blew away a sorrow black ink burned with fragrance
7 Rosemary>
The corners of your mouth are slightly upturned, hopelessly sexy, unimaginable, such a heartbeat, everything you want, a happy anticipation
Sacred prayers, the signals I'm going to give you, have been faked with you, and the most important thing is the people here, you remember, to give hugs, candles burning, with dreamy, frivolous eyes, trying to see for a few seconds, about the dance you do, your lazy, twisting limbs, can't stand it.
Happy anticipation, holy prayer, the signal I'll give you, I've fitted you for a hanging, the most indispensable thing here is a human being, you remember to give hugs, the candlelight burns, and with dreamy, frivolous eyes, I try to see, for a few seconds, the dance about you, you dance, you dance, you dance, you dance, you dance, you dance, you dance, you dance. A few seconds of your dance, your languid twirls, your smile in the wind, the smell of rosemary, your minty pampering, signaling to me that you're in love, you're graceful as a cat, you move lightly around, the sweet smell of love spreads and festers, ambiguous love is just right, the corners of your mouth turn up a little, you're hopelessly sexy, you can't imagine a heartbeat like this, and you're everything you want to be, you're the only one who wants to be. >practice into what Dan practice into what pill get to today can not accompany the mother dinner demonstration can not be so slow insert the tortoise carry to Yunnan Baiyao and Cordyceps their own music can be separated to be just right listen to what I said is about to dial the gap should be wider that let go of the Materia Medica read more 3 points said longevity "basket" a sail across the rivers and lakes in their own brains really happy we must not lose that's it is this one over that is it is it is it is it is it is this one over to sing together that's it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it Let me pick a prescription in this perfect inner field together to see the unknown power in the front! My wonder in the pill box open to dominate yourself some helplessness eagle air in this mourning pointing to the window sill and then pop the city and wait for it to wake up my door and then the pill box open to the mouth of the book is the entrapment of the beautiful wear calmly go to see the first waiting for the pig to stand up to turn around and leave
9 chrysanthemums & gt;
Your tears in the tenderness of the hurt bleak white moon curved to fix the past The night is too long to be congealed into the frost is who is in the The shadow is cut and cut, leaving me alone on the lake, sad
10 red parody>
Chinese style songs have been spreading out of sight, whether it's good or bad, ask Fong Wenshan, who knows best, from the Maiden to the nunchucks, from the Dongfeng Broke to the hair as snow, all the way to China's first pair of styles of music, but not in the way of the Chinese style, insisting on the style of the style, I live in my world, who is more than three years old, singing a different tune, it's in my nature, the surprise is my personality, even if the top of the mountain, it's just the top of the hill. Because it's not a parting if this is the feeling want to dry with the wind blowing do not lean on your back
If the sky is not gray how can I go back to the parting why I wrote this song I can't find something right now but listen to it with all your heart because I think the song has a meaning if your future can only be afraid of the fog before your eyes then first ask you did not turn off the opportunity let's go with the sure to use to continue at least listen to and clarify to me to you so that I can often the truth for the long there is only one. If I can hum it right, because it's not a parting if it's a feeling...
If the sky is gray or not, how can I go back and be separated
ayayayoo ayo not bad ayayayoo ayo long time no see ayayayoo ayo this means ....
ayayayoo means ayo ayoayoayooo ayayoo.
ayayayoo ayo ayo ayoayoayoo ayoayoo.