The wind of the annual wheel has gradually been far away.
The vicissitudes of the years have been given to the old.
When it is close to the fall,
Everything is gently sing.
Long road,
Extended to the distance,
When face your faint smile,
But I can't find pure eyes.
Guangxi skyline,
The mind is scattered with the clouds.
People, maybe it is going old,
The face is in a love.
Many colors have been lost in memory,
When those scenery evolve into black and white,
Heart, has quietly become dead leaves in the autumn,
The calibration was lost in numbness.
When the black cloud covers the sky,
Have we learned indifference?
More can't see the clearness of the love.
I only have a self-pity, I don't know.
And that never let too much know.
All the depression comes from our hearts,
It seems that the wind that has made my tears fall.
The melodious music is in the ear.
The mood is like water, but the clue is difficult to clarify.
I am eager for a warm,
under the sun,
Have a line of footprints,
Slowly walk in the heart.
I think the wind will come back,
It is the rain that doesn't come,
The wind will also blow my tears ...
Only learn to calm,
In order to facilitate each piece of life.
