Inscription: Yan Temple

Music: Yan Temple

You accompany me into cicada summer and through the noise of the city.

The song is still wandering, and your eyes are like pomegranate flowers

I can't see your tenderness, and I can't see the laughter among the flowers.

The years can't stay, and the cloud is waiting.

I really miss you, in every rainy season.

What you chose to forget was the last thing I gave up.

The paper is short and sentimental, without too many ripples.

My stories are all about you. How can I fall in love with her?

And decided to go home with her and give up everything I have. Everything I have is not important.

This is a short story. I can't finish the lawsuit. I was young then.

My story is still about you, you accompany me into the cicada summer.

Beyond the hustle and bustle of the city, the song is still wandering.

Your eyes are like pomegranate flowers, but I can't see your tenderness.

There is no laughter among flowers, and the years can't stay.

I really miss you when the cloud is waiting.

In every rainy season, you choose to forget.

This is the last thing I want to give up. This is a short story.

There are not too many ripples. My stories are all about you.

How did you fall in love with her and decide to go home with her?

It doesn't matter even if I give up everything I have. This is a short story.

I can't finish my story. I was young then. My story is still about you.

I really miss you, in every rainy season.

What you chose to forget was the last thing I gave up.

The paper is short and sentimental, without too many ripples.

My stories are all about you. How can I fall in love with her?

And decided to go home with her and give up everything I have. Everything I have is not important.

This is a short story. I can't finish the lawsuit. I was young then.

My story is still about you, my story is still about you.

Extended data:

The story in the song is a memorial to love. People who are not familiar with this world are always eager for fantasy, but forget that many things can be realized without the hope of others.

This song is a song about my endless feelings-unfortunately, the space is short, and the book is full of thoughts about her. But unfortunately, by fate, she has already become someone else's bride. Songs that seem relaxed and happy actually have endless sadness. It's like we always talk about our vigorous past with others lightly. But this unspeakable regret is bitter, and only those who have experienced it can understand it.