Gather and scatter the years, just a stone's throw away. Opening your eyes, closing your eyes, changing, not changing, it's all a dream. Youth is like the most illusory dream, so it makes people easily weightless.

Recalling the past, the young man was poor. In order to find the love of Casablanca, I don't know how to cherish it.

In fact, it has always been hidden in youth, hidden in those forgotten corners. One day, walking in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I found that those past and stupid pasts are the happiness that should be cherished the most.

Time didn't take me away, but you forgot to take me away, this sentence is a hypnotic word that mocks me, which makes my heart ache faintly, and even tears unbearable.

Time flies, as if with a flick of a finger, or a person walks to a deserted path, or follows the flow to a crowded road.

Sometimes, I am alone, and sometimes, I think of the past, but it is like a world away. (Dream illusory) gather and scatter the passing years, just a stone's throw away.

Opening your eyes, closing your eyes, changing, not changing, it's all a dream. Youth is like the most illusory dream, so it is easy to make people weightless, and it is destined to be the most beautiful time of life.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Even if I am drunk with red dust, even if I am smiling and laughing, even if I am unbearable to look back, time will eventually modify the attributes for it, extinguish the excess sadness, and finally also.

(Dreams are not sleeping) floating like a dream. The Qianren want it, but it's just a dream. Dreams are both true and illusory, and those who use their hearts can come true; The False, Phantom Ear.

Sigh and sigh, sigh the past, I don't know the severity, I don't wait for the passing years, and finally let the fate be unlucky. Time flies, and the story of the past is after all the material that I have written repeatedly.

In the ridiculous red dust, I don't want to listen to the call of the heart, just because I don't understand the proverbs of love. I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss it so much now.

Wake up and sleep, every night, tossing and turning, suddenly I miss it. Let memories occupy memories, and I would like to take refuge in them.

Sigh, sigh, sigh, wishful thinking, a dream is a dream, a sleepless dream. The bleak autumn is a rainy season, but also a season of encounters.

I heard the secret of the love between the wind and the rain, and the lovers experienced it together. The secret of the wind imprisoning the rain, but I don't want to forget the good memories.

The one who is silent is often the saddest, because it is the heart that hurts the most, not the rain. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. No matter what, no matter what, but the heart doesn't stop, I suddenly wake up from a dream, and restart my handwriting for it, just because I am afraid of forgetting these beautiful experiences.