Suddenly the dream broke,
Engulfed in flames.
For the rest of my life,
The pavilion at the end of the alley.
Thousands of clues,
There is only one cause and effect.
Even though it's very clear,
But willing, silent.
I wish I were you, red in the ashes,
It's the gate, the alley, the spark in the stove.
The more others brag, the more sincere they are,
As time flies, the accumulation is the most profound.
You're the only red under my eyes,
It's the tenderest pulse of your fingertips.
If the road ahead is bumpy, how many fights will be born,
Just silence, not much.
Although each has its own persistence,
I still trust my heart.
Until memories freeze,
In tens of millions of people, it's a moment to wipe one's shoulders.
Such as high-altitude suspension,
Fall the next second.
How dangerous people are,
Only after death did he break free.
I wish I were you, red in the ashes,
After the winter snow, the peach blossom is burning.
Across mountains and rivers, with the promise of reunion,
Spring breeze blowing, as if the first moment.
You're the only red under my eyes,
It's the most common fireworks in the world.
After pulling out the cocoon, the soul of the truth,
See through——
You are me (I wish I were you),
Red in the ashes,
It's the gate, the alley, the spark in the stove.
The more others brag, the more sincere they are,
As time flies, the accumulation is the most profound.
You are me (I wish I were you),
The only red fundus,
It's the tenderest pulse of your fingertips.
If the road ahead is bumpy, how many fights will be born,
Just silence, don't break it.
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