In the cold rain and wind
How much prosperity is like a dream
It used to be colorful
Blow down with the wind
Suddenly looking back
Love is like smoke
Time passes like water
No trace
I see flowers in the water
Want to keep a touch of red
How can I be in the dust
There is no color in the past
I see me in tears
Unable to keep something
Only in hesitation and drunkenness
And some old dreams
The flowers have fallen
The past deep love has already become empty
The running water passes in a hurry
Who can keep it for a moment
Floating flowers
There is no sustenance in the world
Let the wind and rain also silent
It's like me
Cubic meter ^ ~~~MUSIC~~~ ^_^
Cubic meter ^ ~~~MUSIC~~~ ^_ ^Yes~~
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