Bianzhai autumn original nostalgia

Nostalgia

Wen/Bianzhai Autumn

I see countless past pictures

Rise from the side of the mountain

I often sit in front of the window

Looking at the mountains

I planted my nostalgia on the other side of the mountain

In the light smoke

In thin morning fog

I saw you

I often stroll the seaside

Listen to the wind blowing the sound of Hai Tao

So I miss it becoming the return seabird

A group of groups flew away

I don't know where to float

Sometimes I miss it like fallen leaves

One piece is covered with the earth of spring

I picked up the leaf veins

That laughed past

Make me crying and tears

Night falls

I miss the eyes of the starry sky like your eyes

Your voice dreams back last night

A lingering heart comes from the ear

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