Lyrics of "thoughts" by young frost

person one is in love with

The sound of the cicada is late and the flowers are lazy in the Silver Bay

The firefly is the star falling into the boat

Good night embraces qingluan thin sweat cloud shirt

It's just the end of spring and the end of summer

Jasper begins to love in her youth

The song of Xingling is full of beautiful feelings

Zhuo clog tooth Fuqiong hairpin

Learn how to drink

He took the reins according to the moon and looked at a bunch of moonlight

Near the bridge to drink horses

White as the moon

At the beginning of the moon

When he shook his face, the wind disturbed his ears

Circuitous into my hazy sigh

Picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River

Cloud is swallow tail cut open, busy to catch up with Yu chunsan

The twister doesn't fall, the eyes are floating in the air

Still drawing paper umbrella on the Bank of willow

Control the writing and hate the writing

To borrow the title of luofan

The tone string is lost

Walking in dream and calling in Song

He flicked his sword with a low and drunken tongue

Carry the cup to chant the poetic feeling

We know that the moon is as white as his clothes

The first month of bathing is like his brow

When he shook his face, the wind disturbed his ears

Circuitous into my hazy sigh

It's hard to write two or three words when you know your heart turns nine times

The lines of poetry are gentle and varied

After he signed, the remaining ink had not dried for a long time

Engraved into the deep river at the bottom of my eyes

I raise my skirt and droop my eyes to present a lotus to myself

I think far beyond the world