Meet by chance, just for a lifetime of lingering thoughts.
The morning bell rings at dusk and the sun is moving. Afraid of leaning against the window and hooking the strings alone. Go to Lanzhou, stay away from the red chamber, be afraid of the cold, and have light sleeves. In the blooming dream, the moon is hidden in the mountains. Chinese New Year has passed, chasing waves. If light and shadow flow, it is too uncertain and too hasty.
The wind has gone with the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root. It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
What I thought would last forever was actually just an accidental meeting.