A song is not dispersed, a song is over, over and over again, like a magic sound lingering in the ears, playing the unwillingness to welcome tomorrow, turning over and over to make you sleepless.

Tonight, the string song is not over, no one is playing, but the heart naturally interprets its own rhythm. In this missing, clinging to the Weiyang pool, alone, looking from afar, a song of teardrops of magic music is played on the other side of the dream, once you said what a heavenly sound this is, but now you let it become a hellish life-killing song.

A song is not finished, a song is scattered, intermittent, listening and pausing, pressing the loop button, deliberately letting it loop in a single song.

Love is not deep, no one understands, just like a lonely desert island survivor, struggling, tired, forging ahead, only this one, only this one.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long.

Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. "Song after song, song after song, repeated, no regrets, nostalgia, missing, but in the end it is also skipped.

The dream of youth is just a self-righteous utopia of every teenager, which will never really be realized, but the ending is full of sadness, everything is destined, destined to have a beginning and no end.

"On the bank of the Lethe River, rest with Jun Chang, in the mud, and Jun Fa are entangled. There is no expression of the heart, only a wisp of the soul.

A furnace is lit, and dry bones give birth to mandalas. "Persistence, obsession, such an age is destined to be the year of you and me.

The reliance on life and death is just that the crazy man and the woman deliberately beautify this fact, and they are also looking forward to it, expecting a dream in the world, but this is just their expectation, a dream, after all, a dream.

Dreams will wake up, they will hurt, they will be numb, dreams are fake, but they are willing to bury them in their own consciousness and become eternal dreams.

People will lose when they live, what you lose will not come back, and what you fight for will always be lost! It seems that the god of fate wants us to understand that the infatuation we are pursuing is just a dream, and the deeper we investigate, the more we understand the painful truth, but we are too infatuated and too persistent.

With the light wings of love, I flew over the garden wall, the wall of masonry, and could not block love, or even death.

We come from the void, everyone holds good and evil, some ascend to heaven, some go to hell, in the boundless karmic fire, I think of you, I think of the past, we used to be so close.

It's just that all this is my imaginary dream, a dream that I thought I had found. Everything is treasured in this boundless music, and the cycle is scattered at the end of this song.