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简介只是朱颜,改 几味老友, 别人别我。 流年消逝、梦相思 夏夜凉心中, 千与千寻, 迷离爱的风景, 把酒临风。 梦也渺渺, 岁月无垠, 一曲琵琶半遮面。 写意风流, 记忆的窗景中, 胭脂烫, 纯白的梦。 彼岸流年。谁感动了谁? 遥迢流年 金迷纸醉。 想留你在下一个街角。 感受不到的光, 温澜潮生。 守望的忏空, 花开彼岸。 人生几多愁灬? 轻描淡写、青春年华的邂逅。 时光是个侠子手, 淡漠
只是朱颜,改
几味老友,
别人别我。
流年消逝、梦相思
夏夜凉心中,
千与千寻,
迷离爱的风景,
把酒临风。
梦也渺渺,
岁月无垠,
一曲琵琶半遮面。
写意风流,
记忆的窗景中,
胭脂烫,
纯白的梦。
彼岸流年。谁感动了谁?
遥迢流年
金迷纸醉。
想留你在下一个街角。
感受不到的光,
温澜潮生。
守望的忏空,
花开彼岸。
人生几多愁灬?
轻描淡写、青春年华的邂逅。
时光是个侠子手,
淡漠,写出我的美。
陌南尘半醉未央,
枕边人淺陌初心。
璃鱼浅戈亡魂溺海中,
柠檬色的音符悠远扬长,红尘笑寂寥,无色的梦°
品茶香知茶趣,在笑而不语痛而不言中的私念默如尘埃。
流年映照青春树屿暮歌画檀烟莪昰①伿蟓貓旳mouse印口红绛雪红唇眉心春风醉黑夜里小寂寞在作祟夏七夕喃城旧梦逃避全世界半卷清词青灯佛前一纸枕书维多利亚港恋人无归期斑驳的心乱了谁的春秋※謊yα蒼皛了誰の餾姩看流光飞去与曲同声理想毁于数据谁旳掌纹赎得回誰旳罪ˇ旧人序长青诗染恩瑬哖祗為荭顏)ㄣ時光無情人有心涟彩尋Flowing Time, Painting the Beauty of Youth
Only a change in color, yet so many old friends remain.
Don't let others take you away from me.
The passing years and dreams that fade into memories on a summer night.
A thousand threads of time entwined with countless searches for the past.
Lost in the scenery of love, I raise my cup to the wind.
Dreams as fleeting as sand, endless like the vast expanse of time.
Half-hidden behind a half-played melody on my pipa,
I write out my life's story in ink and paint,
recalling scenes through windows of memory.
My lips stained red from wine and tea leaves infused with tea essence—knowing its charm but not speaking it out loud; bearing pain silently without utterance. My private thoughts lost like dust in silence.
Reflecting on years gone by, painting trees under twilight skies;
withered flowers amidst smoke and ash;
whispers from an ancient city's forgotten dreams;
and escaping all that this world has to offer—only half-a-verse remains before dawn breaks;
by candlelight at Buddha's feet lies one last letter;
long-lost lovers return no more to Victoria Harbour;
tattered hearts have lost their bearings amidst changing seasons;
forgotten vows are now nothing but distant echoes;
watching lights vanish into thin air;
harmonizing our voices with melodies while ideals crumble beneath data;
who can redeem their past sins?
In an old man's sequence comes another tale,
of eternal poetry etched upon paper worn thin by time.