<h1>Images of yesteryear Tam Wing Lin</h1>
<h1>2017819 period</h1>
memoir
Diary of time
A song and a story, the vicissitudes of the years are verified, a song is not old principal, the taste of young nostalgia, the beauty of friends' lifelong dependence, autumn can not take away the precipitated thoughts, but also like the summer can not wipe away the tears of the wet raindrops, golden songs in my poetry embellishment, singing the river of love in my heart.
The memories fade, how much free and waves, that scene is like the Hong Kong tram encountered, the rain that does not understand things, but also the indignation, the night moon is deep, a glass of red wine drinks the joy of that night, who stole my youth, I am waiting for you in the song school, a thousand gold sentences, a thousand words, the helplessness of men in Cantonese and the grace after maturity, little by little lingering in the heart.
Half dreaming and half waking, as long as love has not gone, everything is not important, the reflection in the water, the residual qionghua, the residual taste, who has let this firework pour out in an instant.
Golden song on demand
Friend Tan Yonglin
Music: Hiroaki Serizawa Lyrics: Xiang Xuehuai
The stars flow and you go the same way
Never know each other and start to approach with the heart
Treat people silently and sincerely
Life is like a dream Friends are like fog
It is difficult to know the heart through several storms
For me not to take a half step back is you
The stars in the distant evening sky are closely related
You and I are afraid that the thorns will pave the way
Unwind the loneliness in my heart
Who understands me
Happy and sad with both hands
Sharing with each other is always not dividing between me or you
You're for me, I'm for you
Go to the tribulation and despair and hold your hand
Friend
Greetings to you, not the old headmaster, I will always read your night school.
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