Sigh the road of life goes around
Nothing is left with you
Whose laughter flew over the ends of the earth and hung their eyebrows
Bodhidharma sang a song for the floating life
Moonlit night lights dimmed a pot of turbid wine
Drunk in the corner
Look back and look forward to the invitation of the next life
Dream back to being young at the time
I am afraid that the old sounds will be noisy and too noisy
The pace at which you left is not light or heavy just right
Slowly build one in my heart
Half a prison
Say good forever, somehow scattered.
In the end, I thought about it myself, and I couldn't even figure out what separated them in the first place.
And then, suddenly, you wake up,
Feelings turned out to be so fragile, able to withstand the wind and rain, but unable to withstand the ordinary.
People always waste the best Dongzi before they begin to sigh,
If life is only as it first seems,
I hope you can understand that it is difficult to collect the water, don't look back.
A sentence that goes with the flow, which contains how much I am desperate and unwilling, if you understand.
Every night I stroke my tears,
Why is the world so hypocritical to me?