A meteor hanging on the dark wall accompanies the bright dream in the cold night
Walk into the day empty handed, the fog envelops the ordinary sleepiness of the world
There are thousands of lights in my eyes, but my lips can't wait for sunset
More than one has been let down by time
Leave me wandering in the same place
With the night
The night leaves me silent
Let me think
It's up to me
And what you cherish
You don't have to give it to me
Not yet happened
It's already a turning point
When my temper becomes reasonable, who cares about my friendship
The reason is empty, the sentiment is heavy, grows me to be meaningless to describe
In the past, I thought about empty talk, walking all the way, picking up all the way
You deserve to be alone
Spring wind leaves me in Chengguan
Accompany that evening
I will judge in the evening
It's up to me
It's up to me
And what you cherish
Don't give it to me
Not yet happened
It's already a turning point
Cherish yourself
Impermanence left me a waste of energy
Waiting for long night to pay sincerely
In the quiet grass
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