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If love was before the year BC, I would like to go back to the past and take your black sweater with me, and journey to the south will drift away;

even if there is no track, I won't leave and give up, because I believe you can hear our code;

The clock in the opposite direction rings memories. You often say that you are perfectionist, and you should always love your wife simply.

On that sunny day, at the garden party, you looked around for Qilixiang, and I lost my temper with maltose.

You make me happy with black humor, but you can't speak sweet words, and I laugh at you for being as stupid as a snail.

Feng is whispering, I am listening quietly here, and the terraced fields in my hometown are gradually moving away, telling the past in the name of my father;

In Shanghai in 1943, my grandmother was still young, and her eyelashes were thick. Now it's like snow. Time goes back, and answer straight's songs are vague;

I love the beauty of the Coral Sea, and you love the mystery of Istanbul. You said that one day the train would go, the old Indian turtledove would hover over the sky, and William Castle was waiting for you and me. We have to explore the magic of the iron box on the peninsula together. It is said that the little blacksmith in Milan never left it. I still remember that we were together in the tea made by Grandpa, savoring the love that never ran aground, and listening to him talk about the strangeness of dancing in the spring and autumn; You often look for excuses to leave me, and compete with your golfers in Class 2, Grade 3 in bullfighting. At that time, the night was always sunny, and the roof of my site inhabited. I used a romantic mobile phone to convey the message of love for you. You played Chopin's nocturne in the same tone, but the broken string had no strength, and it was only molested by you like a coward. You worship Huo Yuanjia's integrity, wield double knives and be invincible, and play nunchakus like no other, but your Dragon Boxing is jumping around like a ninja.

until one day when a blue storm struck, all sides were surrounded, and I was caught in the cliff of love by a tornado, and I couldn't escape. The general fought like a trapped beast to kill the enemy, launched a final battle for his lovely woman and orcs, and watched you die like a martyr. The last sound of sorry declared the end of the world for me. She was captured by Orcs in William Castle just like Lovely Woman. On the way she was taken away, she left the Secret Code that only I could read. In this Last Battle, I performed Dragon Boxing at the speed of Tornado, and saved her by playing Nunchaku and Quiet. He asked me "Where is the train?" He said: I'm going to take you to the desert to watch "Old Indian Turtledove", Istanbul to watch "Star Clear" and drink "Grandpa's Tea", but ... I ... I don't understand her "Black Humor" ... She actually said that she wanted to talk to me about "* *" like "The Clock in the Opposite Direction", so I had to save her heart. The habitual action is to hold your melody at midsummer sun, close your eyes and beat. The wind stopped and the clouds stopped. Invite the world to listen with me, this voice is warmer than summer sunshine.

I always see your face. The habitual action is to sit cross-legged on the floor when the light raindrops fall one after another, and look at your photos one by one. The corners of your mouth are pulled up by the accelerated happiness, and the warmth occupies your heart like a sunny spring day.

I call the above action once separated by time. Maybe there will be a road to the past in everyone's heart, with colorful buds and clusters of flowers on the roadside. Follow it, visit the season when the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and pay a return visit to the childlike innocence that sings softly. And on both sides of my road, I casually bowed my head and picked up the stairs, all of which were about your memory. Embedded in the original pure sky, so it is more blue. More blue.

every time I accidentally walk back to the storage room where I collect the past years, I can't move my feet. Be careful to hide behind the door, my heart is as sweet as a child stealing candy. Don't find me in life, and don't catch me in reality. Let me stay in this small room for a while. Jay, is music your brush? Paint all the walls around here with bright colors. I am like an old man looking back on the past. In your songs, I went back to the age of being ignorant of the world again and again, and I happened to meet myself at that time. I saw her eyes looking into the distance, and it was firm because of her dreams. She said that it was a man named Jay Chou who brought the power of eager pursuit. And I said, is a man named Jay Chou, bring such a clear satisfaction.

these memories are dreams and illusions. Like a gurgling spring, it moistens my complicated mood now. But it is also like a stream of cold water, pouring on my fiery life, so it becomes sour, how to dry it. I'm really grown up, and it's hard to have such a scene of not eating or sleeping for you. It's hard to have a scene that falls out with your friends like that again. It's hard, it's hard, and many, many scenes never come back. But I am still grateful, grateful for at least having it. Because there are some things that will be remembered as long as they appear once in this life. Because some people, as long as they have moved for him once in their lives, they will never be far away.

I remember when I was a child, under the sunshine that made all the dust clear, under the green like waves, I solemnly buried a wishing bottle with my crooked handwriting inside. Jay Chou, you should be happy forever. At that time, I always wanted to pretend to be as mature as an adult, thank you seriously, and said a sentence of thank you for planting happiness in my world. Later, the garden was going to be built into a building. When I knew it, there were already heavy machines shouting there. Mother didn't ask me to come near for fear of danger. So I don't know where the wishing bottle is now, which is my unchanging wish. Drifting, drifting, I hope it has traveled to the ends of the earth and brought my blessing across the horizon and the corner of the sea.

But now, after many dark nights and short cliffs, I still lean on the door leading to my childhood and sincerely say thank you, Jay Chou. You embellished my only time allowed by life, that time called childhood, as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The sentence under the tree is still so vivid: you have been planting happiness in my world.