Don’t Jingshui
The bustling world, the flashy life is fleeting
The vast earth can be destroyed with a sword, where will the bustling music and music fall
My heart is dead, my tears are too dry, I can’t even look back, my soul is lingering
I can’t wake up from my dreams, love and past events are like smoke, I can’t go back
It’s both virtual and real, I love and I hate, the leaves fall silently, the flowers mutilate themselves
I only want to look for the desolate, miserable and miserable relatives
But I have no choice but to hate you forever and ever.
If life is just like the first time we met , why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is true that the heart of an old friend is easy to change