intersection
Text/Yin Jisheng
Let me begin to say goodbye to you
Go your own way
Don't have nostalgic eyes
Don't have the blessing of goodbye
Let those performances that can make people sad
It's like spring rain
Winter tears, let's dry together
Let those hypocritical shadows
and hidden in muddy water
Dirty, all gone
Then, then leave the way to the future
Leave the dream to the long night
Leave the clouds to the sky
When we do it again
Meet this intersection
time
You go to your sea
I go to my prairie