Standing on the ferry of acacia
Tears can't stop flowing
Memories come to mind.
The curtains are wrapped around me.
I gave you everything I had.
I can't keep you.
Only let go. Let go.
Watch you go quietly
Standing in the street in the rain
The rain soaked my sadness.
Know that love is water under the bridge.
I'm still waiting
You took my dream away.
My heart still stays for you.
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you.
I hope you can look back soon.
Say you'll go with me
Why break up now?
Let me drink alone
The bitter wine of love
Say you want to grow old with me
Why let go of the hand of love?
I didn't give enough.
Break your heart.
Standing on the ferry of acacia
Tears can't stop flowing
Memories come to mind.
The curtains are wrapped around me.
I gave you everything I had.
I can't keep you.
Only let go. Let go.
Watch you go quietly
Standing in the street in the rain
The rain soaked my sadness.
Know that love is water under the bridge.
I'm still waiting
You took my dream away.
My heart still stays for you.
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you.
I hope you can look back soon.
Say you'll go with me
Why break up now?
Let me drink alone
The bitter wine of love
Say you want to grow old with me
Why let go of the hand of love?
I didn't give enough.
Break your heart.
Say you'll go with me
Why break up now?
Let me drink alone
The bitter wine of love
Say you want to grow old with me
Why let go of the hand of love?
Leave me alone at the ferry.
Waiting Alone
Leave me alone at the ferry.
Waiting alone?
Eighteen Beats of Love is a touching masterpiece, and its author is Cai Wenji. Appreciate this poem, don't read it as ordinary written literature, but think that Cai Wenji, an unfortunate woman, is playing the piano and singing by herself, and the piano is flowing with her heart. Accompanied by the piano and singing, we seem to see that she is walking on a long road paved with humiliation and pain.
She began to appear in the background of the great turmoil of the times, and the first shot was the background of "chaos": Land Rover was powerful, wars were everywhere, and the people were in exile. At the end of the Han Dynasty, there was chaos in the world. Eunuchs, consorts, and warlords have taken control of state affairs, and peasant uprisings, warlord scuffles, and foreign invasions have broken out one after another. In the poem written at the end of the Han dynasty, "a louse is born, and the surname is dead." Bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crow for thousands of miles. " And so on, are the true portrayal of the turmoil at that time.