May I recall the twilight years as if they were as light as the first, and remember the purple dreams and wind chimes with a smile, still a half-cup of a fleeting dream, a cool heart, and regain the old dream? Butterflies dancing across the sea, drinkers on Yanliu Street in Mo City ? Xi Yan Xi's dream heart lock has been closed i 緈諨ぁappropriate ingot light foam memory dancing lightly turned around has become strange memories like wind blown away promise light summer じ first rain ゞ only talk and not greedy い a peaceful year The formatted memories of the mint-flavored midsummer, if love is just like the first time we met, the older we grow, the lonelier we become, keeping that love silently. If we go back to the beginning, I don’t know how much my heart is broken. I only hope that time will live up to it? Time steals the original heart. Flowers fall and petals fly. What are you doing? A stranded obsession, a promise blown away by the wind, cherry blossoms falling and light dusk snow, the first dye of summer, a clear night, waiting for you until the end of time, falling in love with cigarette matches, time is like the coolness of the hibiscus season, those forgotten youths The heart is pure and the heart is restless, the little emotions are small, the little happiness is small~ I have spent my whole life just for the beauty, the cherry blossoms are falling? We meet each other heart-to-heart, and we are accompanied by peace and warmth. Buried in the heart, loneliness always follows me like a shadow. The old man mourns and is lonely for a long time, will he become addicted? The street is full of elegance, I only wish to have no regrets. If my heart moves, the tears will fall all over the city. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River〆Acacia DrunkつA season of drifting, a season of light dancing︶ The flowers are blooming in the pinellia ternata╮The tears turn into the eyes of mourning? I am shallow and half-departed. Allow me to paint your alluring face with a stroke of ink. The prosperity is gone, and it falls to the ground with sadness. The wind blows and breaks like flowers as finely as the fleeting years