Zhu Yanji Andy Lau

Dew-cut clothes will linger for generations.

Just like the face of a rose, it is always flickering.

The longer you get lonely every year, the shorter your dreams will be, the crowd will be full of grievances, and you will be lonely.

How many years have you been whispering in the company?

Watching the neon soak your face, Zhu Yan can only look back for a while.

You can't see which is bitter and which is sweet in two places.

Your lips are wandering and my heart is drifting away.

Look at the wind and sand around you. Zhu Yan condenses in the moment of looking back.

I can't see which is empty and which is fate.

The world of mortals flies and dreams are shattered.

Before the flowers under the moon, a string of beads made of memory broke.

The flame of pain penetrated my night.

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