Looking back, my heart is still the same
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There is a cigarette , called self- cigarette ;
There is a wine called home brew ;
There is a man called Mo Jia hair.
Red ferry, past bumps who lost dreams ;
Yongjiang dark , flashing lights swaying Who ‘s situation ;
Acacia Lake , alone figure who lost heart.
Night , is rendering worry worry .
Past the ups and downs , indulge the now ending.
What are locked eyebrows , then do not open their hearts but also knock .
Burial earth , leaving the heart with the night air hovering over Yongjiang stream .
Be careful not own puppet , his heart became a slave .
Gently spit out smoke pervaded all ;
Slowly drink a cup of wine , eroding everything.
Scattered helpless, had a poignant brilliant night .
Sometime next night comes when the heart is still chaos in one place.
Fireworks perishable , such as the flow time !
Want to do a Red passing, to see that flowers curtain call !
Currently flowers, flowers tomorrow , quietly floating in the gap in time .
Interpretation of the distant road , but blurred his own ;
Tells the sad heart hurt , but forgotten story .
Tasting lost, pondering heart-breaking .
Identified squandering For beautiful eyes, did not know Asakusa order trotters .
Till death really was not suicide , wax torch ashes did not like this wine .
Therefore, day to drop any man also , we must first drink a glass of wine , smoked that cigarette ……
Who is away with the words of last night , so tonight ‘s speech became famous ?
Melancholy full heart into the air .
I then lamented that the sea has never Kuwata .
No tearful eyes, who never escape the shackles of the heart , but who do not wet the sadness .
Burial depths of sorrow by their own digging , one that continues to keep his solitary melancholy .
Recalls hit, do not burn the shackles of the mind .
Zeng night view of sky , the stars Xpress dislocation, the Galaxy is no longer vast .
Over the years , often filled night , he wanted to go their own minds what is missing .
Water dreams when they will resume , but hope tonight is not startled .
Nanning noise had disturbed the heart of the quiet village also brought back injuries.
Love affair with the move , who blossoms .
Can not remember how many self- Lost spring , the number of reincarnation.
I curled up in a dark corner, trying to heal yourself physically and mentally fatigued status quo.
Sad madness struck, I willfully accept !
Years sometimes fleeting , sometimes staying for the injury .
Happy moments passed away like Cousins , no match for his speed of thought .
Sad day wandering in Sri Lanka , could not bear his own loneliness .
Only under the brow but our hearts dash of melancholy left me desolate ?
Past waved away, lopsided .
Passing never stay stay , here are lost trail.
Ma’am , nurtured me ; eras like wine , intoxicated me.
That fate is still in the yellow lights at …
There are many words to say to you , but do not know what to say .
Oath in person who contravenes ! Although people can go against the oath , but I can not fool ourselves.
After all, brilliant glow , sunset sunshine .
Over the years, I am still looking for your shadow .
Years later, I am still waiting for your turn ……
Looking back, my heart is still the same……
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