Hugh (Song): The difference between one thought and another is doomed to be a moth's fire, knowing that it is a disaster. Why are you still at a loss? Alan (Lan): It's better not to look, it's better not to look, so that we can fall in love with you step by step. It's time's fault that we only missed how much I miss you and how far I know it's bitter. I don't want to escape at the moment. Unfortunately, this word is too dazzling to escape from two worlds. It's the fault of time that we can only miss how much I miss you, and

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The golden tongue sings: Yan Yidan stops here and dares not continue, so that the sadness cannot be staged on the next page. I can't refuse this road. We walk in a hurry and embrace unrealistic desires. We can't wait to look back and enjoy Mulan Xiang. We can't cover up the wound. We no longer look at the sun in the sky through the clouds, and we no longer look for the agreed heaven. We will no longer sigh at your golden tongue. Colorful light is no longer looking for the agreed heaven, and no longer lamenting the three-inch sunshine you said, because things change. Heaven is where I love you.

first episode

Waiting for your season singing: Liu Shishi, waiting for summer, waiting for autumn, waiting for the next season, waiting for the full moon, you won't come back to me. Do you want to meet again? I can't help but miss suddenly wanting to see your face. You can walk without holding hands, and you can't meet each other in wind, frost, rain and snow. I just want you to know that I really love my life. I will wait for you to get old, too. I just want you to know that I can't let go of your smile and I can't forget it. Your kindness is my enthusiastic support.

Second set

Gong Shujun's singing: It's already dark. The sun is resting in the distant night sky, looking at the shining stars, fantasizing about you flying freely with my sky, singing with me and sitting on the curved moon. Autumn is coming after the cold winter, but I can't touch your face when I look at the plum branches and leaves scattered in front of me, but I can't remember them alone. Snowflakes and cranberries are floating in the air, and your concern always reminds me of your gentle mood. Flowers are as red as flowers. Actually, I'm afraid of Leng Xue's sting. Snowflakes and red plums floated at night, and the candlelight in the east made me have a dream. The north wind blows and blows, and tears slowly flow down. I can only miss it, let love drift with the wind and never return.

Episode 3

Carving and singing: Jia Zheng Jia Jiashan has no tomb, and heaven and earth are infinite. Unfortunately, the promise is not absolutely certain. Maybe the end of things is fragile. Who says poets don't make mistakes? Maybe love is just a short fireworks. We just think too much. Unfortunately, the dream is short and difficult, and the voice of missing in the dark is quiet but sad. Although the combination of the mountain and the tomb is a brave hope, love, don't let the dust cover up the scenery. When you are heartbroken, listen to the cry of the river and entrust time to carve love. Let the noisy times stand still for us. You are my memory and my courage to carve. Look at the sculptor, a flower and a grass. A tree and a bird were carved into dusk. I forget and remember how deep love is. Hand in hand, we stand shoulder to shoulder through adversity, be happy together, be sad together and cry together. What makes up our story is the fear that the end of things will be fragile. Who says poets don't make mistakes and fear that love is a flash in the pan? It's just that we think too much and love too much. Although love has the right to violence, don't let the dust cover up the scenery. When your heart aches, listen to the cry of the river. Although love has the right to violence, don't let the dust cover up the scenery. When the heartache flows, listen to the cry of the river, entrust time to carve love, and let the noisy time stand still for us. You are my memory and my courage to carve.