Fleeting time, whose affection is involved?

Who in the bustling city, trekking on time; who in the snow-white Xuan paper, write down memories of fleeting love; who in the garden blooming season, pull up that melancholy tears, whisper unforgettable feelings. Inscription

Thoughts shuttle in the fleeting years like water, with a slight pain in the heart; the text stays on the snow-white title page, recalling the fleeting past. Walk into the long corridor of memory, count the fleeting years left by the years, some of the past is clear or vague, some people or stay or rub shoulders, gradually, can no longer piece together the complete nostalgia of the previous life, everything has become fragmented.

Fleeting time, who is involved in the war, pale who is waiting. The leaves are silent, the flowers are speechless, the quality is pure and white, but now who still stands in place to tell his sorrow, the fate that cannot be given up, the love that cannot be forgotten, and the love that cannot be broken are all tears left in the bottom of my heart.

Time has passed for a long time, as if reaching out to touch the warmth of the past, unfortunately, you are no longer in the dim lights, but today I am still watching the beauty of your flowers blooming on the other shore, never leaving a step, as if born to be a tourist of your life, looking at you silently, guarding you, never daring to take a step closer to you, now, what can I say, what can I do? Sadly, I can no longer find the answer.

In an instant, I just want a person leaning against the window to listen to the song, scattered thoughts, unspeakable feelings, only the heartbeat melody, can incisively and vividly express the sad, lonely, melancholy mood at this moment.

Whose unwillingness destroys the love of fleeting time?

After years of continuous rinsing, ending whose love, melancholy whose loneliness, stabbing whose heart. Flowering is over, the flowers are no longer the same, the fallen leaves are tears, leaving only my vicissitudes of life, withering the beauty of this season, fragrant the sadness of this season, but also at a loss of this season's quiet dream!

Years into dust, turned into mud, the heart has been gray, people are thin alone. Fleeting season, blowing away the fragrant fragrance of flowers, seems to smell a kind of sorrow straight to the heart, incense so sad, opium poppy picturesque, love flowers are always poisonous, the underworld is doomed, people to flowers have become empty.

A song from the song, a sad; a relationship, stranded in the air-dried fleeting years; the lost love, the scars left behind, the only thing that can resolve and cure is a brand-new journey, still believe that love is not far away waiting, waiting for my wave.

Author: Billy