On the twelfth day of October,
The sky is clear and the city is still bright.
Today is your birthday,
I wish you a happy birthday and a little bit of celebration,
Wish yourself more happiness too.
We are all dreamers who go to a foreign land,
Although the results are uncertain, the goals are the same at this time.
They all wanted to return to their hometown after realizing their dreams, or to regard Spring City as a place like their hometown.
I belong to the former and you belong to the latter.
She told me you could get better.
The premise is that the past must be let go.
I'm reluctant to make a choice,
You still choose to turn back.
Life is a journey forward,
And memories are the way to go.
They said that the three thousand avenues were finally the same destination.
I don't believe it or not, in this half-belief stalemate,
I experience my spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Things are clustered, each with its own attraction.
I was always pessimistic, always looking for courage in pessimism.
Itself is a comprehensive contradiction.
Whether twenty, thirty, or fifty.
In between the chips, we saw each other.
Although it is close at hand, it is like the end of the world.
People can't get too close to each other, between things.
Sometimes, one thinks, since sooner or later separate.
It is better to choose to say goodbye at the best time.
Leave the best memories and thoughts for each other.
But human nature comes out to be evil, greedy enough to want the whole world.
In the end, it can only end with regret and dilution.
We are idiotic fat people,
Looking at the hand, thinking about the inside of the pot.
Unhappiness arises. Who else can blame this?
They are all guilty of greed.
Hometown wine, gentle after fierce.
Soothe my heart that is wandering in a foreign land.
Others don't understand, I won't explain.
If others can understand, I won't be happy.
What belongs to you, after all, others can't plunder it.
If it doesn't belong to you, it can't be forced to come.
I had to stay calm and not let my heart leak out at will.
So as not to be disappointed in affection, and to be misunderstood.
Never fight right, never go with the flow.
The days go forward, the scenery is particularly beautiful,
I only look for what is precious to me.
Someone else sang, and someone next door played.
I saw and heard, but pretended not to know.
The good is fleeting, my pretense, may be able to alleviate the passing.
Put some in the heart, express some outside,
That's the best way to preserve.
Tomorrow you will not have a headache and forget the love and sorrow of tonight.
Tomorrow morning, the sun is still shining.