Chun Xiaohua

Dreams bloom, wake up no longer.

At the end of spring, let me have the illusion of happiness.

Time, really makes people wonder, such real illusion, and the dream of the present, just like "Jiangnan" sang "I thought that lyricism is only an ancient rumor", so many beautiful, carefully drafted by the writers fairy tale. The gorgeous Cinderella, the sad princess, will always escape the transition.

The earphones are filled with sad songs that are calm and heartbreaking. Asan is dead, and a quiet death can't capture a trace of information. It was dark, and the wind slowly passed away. Some people’s hearts began to hurt again.

Lonely midnight, lonely me, the sacrifice of your lonely death, Asan.

Lonely singing, how can I stop it?

Dark, endless.

I walked barefoot on the wire, and without a step, I felt the burning pain. I can't go backwards, I only have the front, covered by the darkness. There is no way to retreat, and it is impossible to go back.

Until it fell like a bottomless cliff, it kept falling and falling.

Close your eyes and enjoy the peace of that moment.

Someone walked past me, smiled and wept.

Wake up in the dream, see the fine sand slipping from the hand, then I know that the process of growth is lost, and after it is lost, it is grown up. The beautiful fine sand falls on the feet and is blown away by the wind...

But the promise of wind and sand is never eternal, just follow.

Endless colors, coming from the sky, but can't tell what it is. I finally realized that when it rained, it was really crying. Gloomy, debauchery, screaming.

Close your eyes, but you can't find the feeling of a partition, just like pain, but you can't find the wound.

Every inch of memory is smothered, swallowed, unforgettable and memorable.

Silently waiting for the known ending, like the imprisonment day is approaching, suppressing the full helplessness, through the high walls, devastated.

So the youthful and gorgeous past, the gorgeous death.

I sang, Chun Xiaohua.

Under the glory of the setting sun, I repeatedly tasted each of my three years, and the one who smiled in the depths of my memory, once humiliated in a midnight. The angel who saw me smiled and wept, and smiled with tears.

The heavy snow laid a dark shade of winter, and the sky was overcast, making people wonder if it would still be clear.

Rain and snow drenched my sunny doll.

The doll cried.

The short but long spring of the teens made me forget too many people. And I have been forgotten by so many people. I don’t dare to say it casually, because I may never have it. However, why, there is so much sadness when you can't grasp it. Time is not thick and not light, it is hard to think that the things in youth are human.

In the sun, we laughed at ourselves and everything changed.

Immersed in my dreams, afraid to wake up. At that time, I should laugh and let go, or cry and hug the things I once had. What is brave, I am confused.

The gentle moonlight is evenly scattered, my sorrow.

I saw my loss, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, no longer coming back.

Chun Xiaohua, like a red cloth, has provoked the prosperity of the world.

Youth has closed, leaving only traces of light, reminding me that the flowers have been opened -

It is no longer open.