Life passer-by-DJ.
Laugh and watch time fly by, and prosperity becomes a dream. There can be a few heartbeats in this life, and fate dissipates without a trace. Far away from the mountains and rivers, what is the use of indulging in deep feelings. Counting the past is like the evening breeze last night, and this way is always insincere. The long night will pay the vicissitudes into a glass of wine. Spring goes to autumn is a year old and withered, sighing life.
How many passers-by have lived in their eyebrows for a long time, but they have a lot of emotion. In the footprints of fate, there are always regrets that are different. The former sea vows and mountain alliances are empty, sighing for the years. After the wind and rain, it is difficult to regain the greenery, and how many people can understand it when they are full of sorrow. Looking back at the wind and snow, the past is with the wind. I just want to be able to meet again after half a lifetime, in a dream.
Counting the past is like the evening breeze last night, and this way is always insincere. The long night will pay the vicissitudes into a glass of wine. Spring goes to autumn is a year old and withered, sighing life.
How many passers-by have lived in their eyebrows for a long time, but they have a lot of emotion. In the footprints of fate, there are always regrets that are different. The former sea vows and mountain alliances are empty, sighing for the years. After the wind and rain, it is difficult to regain the greenery, and how many people can understand it when they are full of sorrow. Looking back at the wind and snow, the past is with the wind. I just want to be able to meet again after half a lifetime, in a dream.