I dodged the storm about you
Escape from the age of saying love and saying no love
I always cry alone.
As if this is the only way to find yourself.
Acacia when you will also be melancholy
But I've been a coward for years.
And I didn't see much comfort.
The evening when the ginkgo leaves fall
A few drops of rain fell on our shoulders.
The world of chaos is not as beautiful as ours.
And the appearance of hiding in Jiangnan alleys
And now I sigh
Will you come back one day?
These days without you
I've become careful even when I cry.
Author: Wang Yao
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