March 17, 1987

To give...

The fiery promise of July is still with you

The crystal in his eyes was quietly looking forward to it

But I turned my back and stepped on the May wheat

Stepping on the rhythm of autumn rain

From last year to this year's arms

Shrug his shoulders and leave

Trembling away

Leave you with questions and sighs under the curtain

Anyway, I'm going

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The northwest wind sent out an invitation to go to winter

I have returned home this spring

The sun guides the itinerary day by day, towards dawn and twilight

Whatever your moaning

Or its hospitality

None of them can be reciprocated

I can decide

The night is a nostalgic silence

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Layers of confusion and confusion of the stories of the past

Leave it to the mountains, to the water, to the heavens and the earth

Qingqing, I know you don't like the past

"No matter how much I have left in the past, I can only be given a word of regret"

The footprints we have walked are now moving

The figure of latecomers in the past is not our patent

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That night, the Baiyan Reservoir was eeriely silent

Beidou's scoop stopped in his eyes for the whole cold night

Didn't pick up half a teardrop

Later, the infatuation that was soaked with tears and tightly wrapped

It has also been dried for the burning eyes

The bus sang all the way, one rush

The door of honesty last September was closed forever

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Oh, the past, where

Where are the wheels with open teeth to drive

Where can I recover memories that are gone

Where my thoughts are

Where is the once me, the former you

You'd better forget about the past

Or ignore it

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There was no snow last winter, and there is no ice this spring

The frozen mind does not exist in the first place

Why bother to erect a stiff skeleton in your heart

Erect a statue of frustration

The sun is as bright as hope, and the ideal is gorgeous

The grass trembled and grew with excitement

The trees agitated the lobes of the lungs upwards

The buzzing song of the bees is brewing

Even mosquitoes and flies bar

also put aside a qiē and started to rush

A qiē spring and summer long creatures

They all know how to cherish this rare good time

(I'm cowardly to everything else,

Greedy for sunlight)

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Xinjiang is not a paradise

There are windy sand and snow and ice

However, the sun is brighter and more refreshing

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When there is also ice and snow

When the west wind wantonly floods the faces of the Central Plains

I might ride the dragon down

Goodbye to your ice-like demeanor