Song ci has been a rare silence for many years.
Autumn wind is tired of wandering
The sun sets.
Hanging on the wall can't bear to part with me
What the Iraqi people said in the past
With the tide flowing eastward.
look back
The past also falls with the maple leaves.
Love came to an end.
Hate and give up commitment
Fate believes in humor.
Not that I can think too much.
How much does Top Gun pay?
It is difficult for several people to keep a bosom friend.
look back
But laughter spreads in drunken dreams.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is desolate and sighs, and no one understands the footprints.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and sorrows.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, with white temples and red faces.
The candle is not complete, but the sun shines.
When the tears run dry and the eyes are full of blood.
All the snow has turned red.
Love came to an end.
Hate and give up commitment
Fate believes in humor.
Not that I can think too much.
How much does Top Gun pay?
It is difficult for several people to keep a bosom friend.
look back
But laughter spreads in drunken dreams.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is desolate and sighs, and no one understands the footprints.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and sorrows.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, with white temples and red faces.
The candle is not complete, but the sun shines.
When the tears run dry and the eyes are full of blood.
All the snow has turned red.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is desolate and sighs, and no one understands the footprints.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and sorrows.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, with white temples and red faces.
The candle is not complete, but the sun shines.
When the tears run dry and the eyes are full of blood.
All the snow has turned red.
This song is like Li Xiaoyao's inner monologue. The fragments of memory are full of legendary light, and the instantaneous light illuminates the undercurrent of the bottom of my heart, which is a little sad, a little moved and a little tearful, which is very in line with the mood of the characters.