The moon is like water, softly flowing in this person's loneliness, the heart is like a leaf of duckweed, in the windless quiet night, with the shooting star falling in the west. Always love in the starry night sky, looking for the slightest thread of heart, looking at the right and wrong of the walk, turning into the brilliant fireworks in the sky.
I always love to listen to the grass worms that murmur in the autumn night, and use dreamlike words to touch the yellowed photo album. The past is like bubbles, blowing breath, gone, no matter how deep your impression is, everyone is as overwhelmed as a child in the face of years. This is life, and no one can escape it.
The flower shadow swayed into a looming picture, under the faint moonlight, there were pink daisy people holding fans, such as immortals flying down to the world, beautiful colors whispering through the leisurely feelings, suddenly, the beauty is like a butterfly, the posture is graceful, and the fragrance is drunk in the heart. Whose daughter are you, plain and light Juan Xiu, moisturized the surrounding speechless.
Where did you come from, a face of thought, like a falling flower. Can you tell me what kind of situation makes you so sad? Pretty eyes can see the gu pan in the past, but now they have all kinds of sorrows and pity.
Since the ancient beauty has many hearts, pear blossoms fly tears dream is difficult to realize. The amorous daughter's family, a wave of neon colors can't hide your full of resentment, and the other side is speechless and can't see your hands like a lotus. The relativeness of traveling through time and space is just a mirage-like strange fate, and in the power of power, who can debunk the mystery of this millennium?
A dew bead slid by, stinging the eye curtain, and the cold moon fell with the dew, silently drying among the trembling flowers. The night was still quiet, but in my heart I vaguely heard Yue'er's helpless sigh, and the faint fragrance of flowers quietly drifted away, disturbing the pure entanglement in front of me. Pretty people are like flower fairies disappearing, flower branches tremble slightly, shaking off the troubles of the world, and the flower buds are wet, lingering on the edge of right and wrong.
The clouds dissipate in the wind, the years have gone far, a casual look back, the world is looked down, leaving a line of acacia, turning into your delicacy, hooking the beauty to make the past like smoke. The flowers quietly withered, the fragrance gradually faded, and the sleepless night was only for the inexplicable fate.
Drink the moon alone, drink the brilliance of tonight, drink the cold wine alone, and play the sad strings. Let the tears that are not willing to give up, wet the petals, let the quiet piano sound accompany you to fade, and send off this dream that has to be let go.
The moon is still hanging in the west, the starry sky is still shining, the acacia floating in the sea of the heart, but it has never been seen, you tell me, how can I forget this lingering past?