Residual yang blood, light yang. Watching the flowers blossom and fall along the way, I felt powerless to roll up a pool of sorrow. Lonely people, in front of people always stubbornly look up, and behind people sigh, candle tears. No one can pick up the lost memories, only to wait for the seasons to pass.
I go north, you go south, and we will never find a fulcrum to meet. Moon deficiency and flower residue, this is the law of three lives unchanging. Such as the fate of you and me, even if the mountain alliance and the sea oath, in the end can not withstand the torment of time. Skinny people always love to be sad, a love song in the rolling red dust, like the rain falling from the flower buds into the ground without a trace.
In the dust, there is no trace of all the way. Carrying a sadness, he never dared to look back. You once said that everything follows fate, and when fate comes, it gathers, and when it goes, it scatters, so I remember it in my heart. Even in the twilight of the dynasty, thousands of mountains and rivers, I dare not forget.
Looking at the moon light frost, I suddenly felt that I had failed to live up to the word "acacia". The years are so tricky, the incense is exhausted, and the thin cold lamp is about to fall. It turns out that time and space without you are so cold, and a heart that cannot die is still fluttering. In the past, I still can't help but look back.
The falling flowers are speechless, the falling snow is silent, and the falling teardrops reflect a sad light. A night of dreams and tears, how far away is such a long night? It is said that life is short, and it is a journey back in an instant, but in the end it is an empty joy. A poignant song makes people sleepless at night, overwhelmed, intoxicated with pain, and heartbroken.
Counting my own scars over and over again, but counting the thoughts of you over and over again, the more I struggled, the more I fell into the abyss. Wandering alone on the street, repeating the same old place. I was waiting for a miracle, expecting to return to that rock-solidity and run into that old dream.
Fate in the red dust comes and goes in a hurry. It's like a temporary stop on a train, which has passed by in an instant. You have gone far, but love has not gone far. I learned to adapt to the days without you, get used to it, and tears grind ink, let the thoughts soaked in rice paper flood.
The heart is like a crushed mud, swaying in the bitter heart, and the years have left a deep mark on the forehead. Tears of constant heartbreak, vows of rendezvous festering into pus, my empty eyes could not see through this glitzy world. No matter how bitter it is, it is just to part ways, turn away from each other, and the knot of sorrow will always be in the heart.
You leave a pale at the end of the season, gushing out an unexpected sigh. Tapping on the window, breaking the intestines, the flowers looked rouge with tears. After all, I am still waiting, looking for the earth of the first life, you do not come, I will not go. Zhu Yan changed, the floating life was reunited several times in the dream, I was waiting in the isolated city for the day when the incense would disappear...
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