I say goodbye to train
The youth of the station platform
35 ring the burning of the coming of spring
Red a loss of memory remains
Hanging in the treetops of the evening
[object Object]
I looked over his
Lest the chill sparse sad
Fear of lonely under a site
Alone stands
- The bustling crowd
[object Object]
Read with sweat all the way to trek the course
Only know this life unable to do so
Diligent and sow the seeds are scattered gazing
Another dawn hold Chaoyang
From the gray dry rock
Traveled from the foot of this land
[object Object]
That is a compelling vision
Generations of pious cultivation in this life.
The day money was time to tighten
Has become beyond the reach of virtual image
Only waiting for the autumn 凉
Hope that the harvest of the golden
[object Object]
I saw a picture of the face
Laugh from Dongshan to the sun, laugh
Closed dark room
To spread the life folds of paper
So what kind of a pen
[object Object]
When the moonlight and sunlight intersection
Beware prostrate in the earth
When all the roots of the spread of the nutrient absorption of years
Remaining life
Carved in the time of the stigma
[object Object]
A pen, opening the footsteps of measuring the distance
Childhood on the left, right hand that is old age, that
Been Park street whisper of the soul
- Also aiming for youth
From the March of the North went in July
Hawthorn's hometown? Youth
Pass up pronto
[object Object]
Site before I hang around youth
And I waved goodbye
Daughter rubbing set in the sleepy eyes on the stars
Ask us where to go
To the next site, planted the seeds of youth
- For you. "
The youth of the station platform
35 ring the burning of the coming of spring
Red a loss of memory remains
Hanging in the treetops of the evening
[object Object]
I looked over his
Lest the chill sparse sad
Fear of lonely under a site
Alone stands
- The bustling crowd
[object Object]
Read with sweat all the way to trek the course
Only know this life unable to do so
Diligent and sow the seeds are scattered gazing
Another dawn hold Chaoyang
From the gray dry rock
Traveled from the foot of this land
[object Object]
That is a compelling vision
Generations of pious cultivation in this life.
The day money was time to tighten
Has become beyond the reach of virtual image
Only waiting for the autumn 凉
Hope that the harvest of the golden
[object Object]
I saw a picture of the face
Laugh from Dongshan to the sun, laugh
Closed dark room
To spread the life folds of paper
So what kind of a pen
[object Object]
When the moonlight and sunlight intersection
Beware prostrate in the earth
When all the roots of the spread of the nutrient absorption of years
Remaining life
Carved in the time of the stigma
[object Object]
A pen, opening the footsteps of measuring the distance
Childhood on the left, right hand that is old age, that
Been Park street whisper of the soul
- Also aiming for youth
From the March of the North went in July
Hawthorn's hometown? Youth
Pass up pronto
[object Object]
Site before I hang around youth
And I waved goodbye
Daughter rubbing set in the sleepy eyes on the stars
Ask us where to go
To the next site, planted the seeds of youth
- For you. "
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