Who can help me appreciate the lyrics of Fish Leong's love songs?

Can be associated with MV to understand: let me tell a story. . . .

2009:

The anniversary after graduation, step by step, surging memories, whose past emerges. . . .

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, there is no trace of dust accumulation. Is this the case with the piano practice room that seniors insist on?

"Time is a locked amber tear.

No matter how immortal the love letter is, it will be ground into an hourglass. "

Sunlight floating is the memory of predecessors. . . . .

Is that fruitless relationship over?

No matter how perfect it is, there are only memories left, spent in the years; One year, two years, disrupted the memory, disrupted the love. . . . .

What are we left with "Youth Against the Current"?

Memories are like "Canggou and Seagull Walking in Bai Yunfei". The full moon, I can't take away the rings of memory. It's just that fate laughs at me, and the written love letter is discarded in the wind, "to silence all lovers." I asked myself: Do you regret it?

I don't understand fate. A cigarette started. I think I miss you. . . . . . I also want to exchange a red bean for the whole universe. Just looking at your side face, I feel lonely. . . "Memories are like trapped animals, which have been lonely for too long and gradually become gentle", so I have to lock him in my heart and watch you snuggle in his arms. I think I should let go. . .

"It's freer to let go of your fist."

"Hand in the papers in slow motion, break through the curtain and freeze in an instant."

Memories are like old photos, page by page, fixed in the pupil. Wet and fuzzy. . .

1999 Summer: I gave you a concert ticket, which I saved for two years to buy. That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I felt uneasy. . . . .

You ask me: Is the love that can't be given love?

I can't answer, I can only be silent. . . .

"Love really needs courage to face gossip. . . . . "

You said: Jing ru knows, I know, but unfortunately you don't know. . .

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, let's say goodbye. . . .

1996 Qiu: "This is the guitar club of our school. Are you sure you want to join? I heard that the school is going to dissolve him, as if because of the problem of funds. . . Don't come, it won't help your study. You are studying mathematics, which is too far away from this. "

Pushing the door, "Sorry, I'm late!" "Ha ha, come in."

"You're not here. The rhythm of three beats here is a bit difficult. Take your time. Yes, it would be better to play with your left foot. "

Who is she? Have you seen it anywhere? Thin skin, bright eyes embedded in the oval face, a slight smile showing white teeth, "red lips and white teeth"? Hehe, what are you thinking? ! )

"ah!"

"Hehe"

The string is broken again, which is the second time this month.

I can't bear the rope in the drawer. . .

Early 2009:

"Ha ha, it was a bit silly at that time ~ ~ ~ Writing songs for you in math class."

"Ha ha, yes, it's up to you in the end, otherwise the piano room will definitely not exist."

"Nothing, this is what I should do. Oh, by the way, do you remember the song I wrote for you? "

"Of course!"

"You wrote my first song.

You and I clasped our fingers and silently wrote the overture.

But then what?

Fortunately, I have this love song of mine.

Humming softly, crying and laughing.

My eternity "

"You wrote my first song.

You and I clasped our fingers and silently wrote the overture.

But then what?

Fortunately, I have this love song of mine.

Humming softly, crying and laughing.

My eternity.

Sing your love song with me.

A reluctant chorus.

The heart is still hot, it's time to end.

Fortunately, I have the next love song.

Life is like a quiet river embracing each other.

Forever and ever. "

Yeah ~ ~ ~ ~

Life is like a river that hugs each other quietly, and it will keep flowing. . . .

So, you are always there, always there, teaching how to love. You are always there. Where are you?

In the deepest part of the left atrium. . . . . .

This is life. .......

That's the story my senior told me in early 2009. When I returned to the piano room, I remembered my senior and the love song. . . . .