Injury in the city, the rainy season

Unfinished song

Can you let me finish the last chapter of this story? Can you let me go through this last road, even if I can't get back in the past, even if I can't go back to the beginning, please let me see the ending on the ending, No matter perfect, no matter how beautiful, it is my last expectation and pleading. The road to go home is left alone. I have left a lot of laughter and laughter. The peach tree in front of the door is still flowering and thanking, but there is no more dancing under the three thousand peach trees. Sound and shadow. --Inscription

Pale words, powerless words, weak expressions, how to tell the reality of this tragedy,

If you change your tone again, and then you have a reasonable reason, you can’t hide your sad ending.

You ask me if I will know that our distortions are gone,

You ask me if I will understand that our love has gone wrong.

You ask me if I know, our story is in the final chapter,

So with a goodbye, the summary ended, so I used a sentence to take care of it.

Who is the song we have not finished, who will sing?

Who will continue to write after our story?

Who used to be who?

I miss the past that you no longer miss. .

You always ask me about the ending of the story I wrote,

As it is at this moment, I have been unable to tell.

You always ask me, about who I wrote for that song,

It’s too late to tell you, that’s the song I wrote for you.

The sky is still blue, I seem to be running in this green field.

Just the way home, why is it that I am alone?

The reflection on the lake is the back of my sadness.

The heart that had been hot was the cold tears.

The ancients said that there is a lack of gloom in the moon, and people have joys and sorrows.

Why is my follow-up written only sad. .

Right or wrong, right and wrong, no end,

I don't want to talk anymore, just still have illusions,

Everything is my fault, can you look back?

Maybe I am too weak, and if you leave, you will be thirsty in this vast tearful fish.

Maybe I am too stupid to hurt myself with my persistent love for you.

The night is too silent, I am stuck in the corner of no one,

It’s because the facts of reality have broken all my strength.

The mood at the moment is like the lyrics: Separation is another kind of understanding.

We are not lacking in the sweet process, just missed it.

We can’t go back to the original, at least we can go back to the original place.

Is it just that everything can be repeated again?

Maybe losing you is equal to losing everything,

But nothing is more meaningful than being alive.

I am self-produced and self-talking.

Lost between drunken dreams,

Indulging in the past,

Worried after letting go,

I can't put anything but you and me,

I am so happy if I am gone,

Forgot you, what else can I remember?

Without your place, the beautiful scenery will lose its color.

Life without a prosperous life without your days also loses its meaning...

Chongqing Guangyi Middle School Third Day: Hollowing