A heartbreaking, heartbreaking, old joke.

I picked up these broken pieces one by one with tears in my eyes. I don't know who stepped on my foot and defiled my love for you. I was cleaning up carefully, and I cried myself into a coma. Memories are constantly drifting away, and only these fragments in my heart prove my love. Those warm memories will accompany me all my life, and every paragraph is an irreparable regret.

Perhaps it is the fate of the past life, or perhaps it is the fate of the afterlife. The mistake is to meet in this life, in order to add a fruitless pain. When things change, things will change, and this relationship will be determined.

Flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China. Those years, suddenly like a dream, like running water, are gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in the first three lives, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can I leave in my previous life and meet in this life? Life is like a dream, a thousand times.

I don't know when I fell in love with the night, the lonely lamp, the thin shadow, mixed with a cup of tea full of world flavor, left and right, and delivered my heart. So, so, like a lotus heart, can you understand? If I know, can I fall asleep in a warm hug tonight?

Autumn is thick, the color of moonlight has faded from the blue of the world, and pieces of autumn leaves stumble around the fingertips in a lonely dance. At my feet, pale memories shook my shoulders and shook the tears from my eyes. Walking forward gently, the noise of the city came to me, like a lonely tide in the dark.

At the end of the song, people dispersed, and a few lines made people cry. The pursuit of ten years of hard work turned out to be such a result. Maybe I shouldn't be persistent, but I can't let go and forget it. Since then, I have been drunk for many years, wandering in romantic places, how much rouge and sorrow, how many generations of fireworks and sorrow, and how many affairs I have provoked.