"Shengsheng"

-- The past is dusty

The sound of the piano outside the city is empty, affecting whose heart,

Raise your head to the moon.

He remembered the Yishui Spring back then, and passed away year after year,

The face is old and thoughtful.

mottled every hour, holding the umbrella of green bamboo on that day,

Wipe it by.

Don't ask each other to turn around and run to both ends in this life, and this September is snowing, where is the enemy,

The piano flute follows the phoenix.

The umbrella reciprocating head is a lonely shadow or a former acquaintance.

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