A female voice with a Chinese song covered by a star is not my Taoist friend.

A beautiful cover version of "A Man's Winter Blows" hurts my wound bit by bit, opening my fragile disguise. Will your poems wither like leaves, but I can't spell out my dreams? Do I have to lock my thoughts tightly between my eyebrows to feel that you and I are not far away? Sing your songs over and over again, you. When my eyes are wet, I don't want to hibernate. The wind blows and hurts my wound. Gradually, I discovered the fragility of my disguise. Will your poem wither like a leaf? I can't tell my dreams. I can't dream of flying together, sitting alone, and I am drunk alone. Maybe it is because I locked my mind in my soul that I feel that you and I are not far away. Sing your songs over and over again, and you will have chrysanthemum dregs. Whoever can see your inner wound will soon enter the winter, so struggle. Forever lost ~ ~ Have you ever thought about my pain in the romantic season today, screaming in the empty space and thinking about freezing a person at this moment, and singing your song several times, there will be no chrysanthemum residue, and my inner wound will soon be winter, and I will hibernate alone. Sing your song several times, and there will be no dreams, no pain, and no songs still being sung.