Christmas Eve Lyrics

◐  Sweeping sadly, with scars on the cheeks, only compassion, covering the sorrow, laughing and crying, the years ate memories, the brightness of the brocade is only a moment of light, panic, the flowers bloom, the end, and the blooming, the end will not be filled, the love is gone, the mandala is the most beautiful and poisonous

◐  The sweet raindrops floated onto my lips, and the raindrops slowly flowed into my mouth.

◐  The silent penetration of the sun, the tenderness is so warm that it makes people feel distressed.

◐  In the past few years, many beautiful memories are frozen in my mind, and many partings ending and partings have directed the tragedy again and again in life.

◐  Snowflakes are playing and flying in the air.The unique whiteness of the "Snow Family" is particularly dazzling in the sky. It cleanses all the dust in the world and sends away the loneliness of the severe winter.

◐  Let you wait until the end of time, let you wait until the sea is gone, the geese fly south and the warmth is returned, and the peach buds wait until the spring breeze blooms, the wandering people!Should I roll in the world or be greedy for the world?

◐  Life is a process of regret. A look back inadvertently, the most unforgettable and fresh memory in the past is destined to have some regrets.

◐  The torture of lovesickness is a torture to people's soul.But love needs to be expressed.

◐  Accompanied by the sunset, modern Kongming, the sunset in the west rises and falls in the sky.The fiery sunset has already dyed half of the sky red.Walking on the gravel path in the fields, I came to you. Looking around, you are still so unpredictable.Watching you sink to the bottom of the mountain, sitting on the grass beside the river, stroking the youthful and vibrant stream, admiring the long color of the river and the sunset, smelling the scent of the soil under the grass, and smelling the burnt smell of the soil under the sunset, my thoughts have already floated far away.

◐  The bouquets of deceit in my arms spread into the lamp network, proving that I was rushing towards the corner of the strange road.

◐  Every glass of wine you drink becomes your appearance.

◐  Peach Blossom Land is so desirable, that kind of emptiness, that kind of satisfaction, that kind of extraordinary and that kind of fairyland on earth.It is so good to plow the fields in the Peach Blossom Land, and I am willing to be a farmer.

◐  Some things, without a result, are the best results, and you must be full of hope for the future.

◐  Time is silent, the passing years are haggard, and my face is haggard.

◐  Time is so gentle and neon lights are so stable. I am the messenger of the night watch, and I miss your simplicity.

◐  Encountering you in the season of the flowing red leaves is like a romantic opening remark. The curtain slowly opens, with the fragrance of flowers, smile at the flowing water, listen to the falling flowers.

◐  Flowers fall without rain, and catkins fly by without wind. If they are flowers in this life, they will bloom happily and wither without regrets; if they are panties in this life, they will be content with the branches and finally float freely.Time is like light smoke. No matter whether life is prosperous or withered, it exudes its own fragrance with all its heart, protects the peace of life, is calm and open-minded, and tolerate everything with a normal heart.When you come to this world, you will live in this current world.

◐  The autumn breeze is blowing and the autumn clouds are faint. Standing alone on the colorful path.The beautiful leaves fall with the wind, and look particularly lonely against the setting sun, just like me waiting alone.

◐  The pure time, through the veil of memory, see through the curtain of the dream falling from the rain, I seem to hear trembling sighs, gently penetrating the frozen soul. This is the decadence left by youth, like the sunshine of early winter, lingering in the evening breeze, slowly withering and falling into ashes.

◐  We must learn to pretend to be stupid and not comment on irrelevant things.

◐  In fact, growth is never a scattered attitude, but a detached person. Without you knowing it, you will live another way.

◐  We must learn to grow up and not be so willful, so naive, and so childish.

◐  The present you hate is the past you can’t go back to in the future. Time is cruel, and you cherish the people in front of you.

◐  When you get up in the morning, the sky still sighs with sorrow, and the drizzle pours down and whispers a sad rhythm.

◐  Either become a lunatic or a legend.

◐  The ideal of art allows us to see the bright future of youth. In order to sing a song, we carefully read the sad and moving stories on the stage; in order to build a road, we have written our own dramatic life through ink and writing.

◐  I am the girl who picks the water chestnut in a bunny clothes, and I can pick lotus when I ride in a lovely boat.There is a woman with a jade wrist and a white bracelet, a straw raincoat and a green hat. The love of Jiangnan is like Jiangnan books

◐  I stared at the night sky, and my heart suddenly beated violently, as if it had resonated with it, and finally I couldn't help but close my eyes.If looking directly at the sunlight will damage both eyes, looking directly at the darkness may ruin a person's heart.

◐  If you love yourself, you will be like a mirror Bodhi everywhere. You only need to have a cloud and water Zen heart.

◐  Pick up a fallen leaf and feel the vicissitudes of autumn. Those past years are still vivid and fragrant in the depths of time.

◐  If your mind is narrow, your life path will not be broad; if your mind is narrow, your outlook on life will be biased; if your eyes are narrow, your eyes will always see haze rather than sunshine; if your mind is narrow, your life will be full of troubles.In a narrow life, it is difficult to obtain friendship and feel happiness and happiness.

◐  If youth can be restored, will you still cherish the passage of time and manage every moment and tears that pass by you with your heart.

◐  Staying in the lonely Jiangnan, the memory begins to be bitter, and I can only sigh and sigh without shedding tears. Perhaps they are all dreams that are about to be lost. What can I grab with my hand?Year by year, telling how much hesitation and chasing footsteps, but not being able to follow the direction of the dream…”