The autumn wind does not go, and the sad flowers do not fade.

Dew wept in the fog, and her heart broke all over the floor; Everything is asleep, only the breath of peace.

The footsteps of time are silent and approaching the dawn of a new day without feeling. The lamp was tired, too, lost all the light and fell asleep. Only the computer in front of me is still glowing.

I can't bear to break this quiet night. Turn down the volume, put on headphones and enter the ocean of music alone. The song list has not been updated for a long time, and every lyric can no longer be familiar. I can hum along with the melodious melody without much thought, but now I'm too lazy to just use my own ears.

I once confidently thought that I could forget you and let you disappear from my world. But every time you and I hear the melody, I can't help thinking of you and repeating that wonderful story and painful ending. My confidence is so fragile in front of you, so vulnerable.

Gradually, the words on the screen blurred my eyes. It turned out that he was also crying for me.

It is difficult to find the trace of the moon through the gap in the curtain. Presumably, she also hid behind the willow tip and secretly shed tears alone. I just don't know if I will use tears to pay homage to those memories that can't be staged like me.

Familiar melodies and sad songs are like acupuncture that hurts the most. But I am always in the dark abyss, and my mouth is rising in the hazy sight. Because I found you hiding in the depths of my memory, with a trace of missing. The night is still early, and the pear blossoms are cool. When will a sad song be forgotten? Flowers are endless, people are gone, and years are not as long as acacia. Candle tears drop, my shadow shakes, willing to accompany the song until dawn.

Night falls and covers the earth.

The autumn wind does not go, and the sad flowers do not fade.

Dew wept in the fog, and her heart broke all over the floor; Everything is asleep, only the breath of peace.

The footsteps of time are silent and approaching the dawn of a new day without feeling. The lamp was tired, too, lost all the light and fell asleep. Only the computer in front of me is still glowing.

I can't bear to break this quiet night. Turn down the volume, put on headphones and enter the ocean of music alone. The song list has not been updated for a long time, and every lyric can no longer be familiar. I can hum along with the melodious melody without much thought, but now I'm too lazy to just use my own ears.

I once confidently thought that I could forget you and let you disappear from my world. But every time you and I hear the melody, I can't help thinking of you and repeating that wonderful story and painful ending. My confidence is so fragile in front of you, so vulnerable.

Gradually, the words on the screen blurred my eyes. It turned out that he was also crying for me.

It is difficult to find the trace of the moon through the gap in the curtain. Presumably, she also hid behind the willow tip and secretly shed tears alone. I just don't know if I will use tears to pay homage to those memories that can't be staged like me.

Familiar melodies and sad songs are like acupuncture that hurts the most. But I am always in the dark abyss, and my mouth is rising in the hazy sight. Because I found you hiding in the depths of my memory, with a trace of missing. The night is still early, and the pear blossoms are cool. When will a sad song be forgotten? Flowers are endless, people are gone, and years are not as long as acacia. Candle tears drop, my shadow shakes, willing to accompany the song until dawn.