Annual Rings - Zhang Bichen
The circles are outlined into fingerprints,
printed on my lips,
remembering the bitter kisses
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It is the roots of the tree,
the lushness of spring and autumn
, but it covers the dusk
I am left alone in the cold night< /p>
Waiting for the morning
. The most poisonous hatred in the world
Is destined but not divided
It’s a pity that you never feel sorry for me
My stupidity,
weeds
My youth has been relatively stable.
What is accompanying me instead of you is
the growth rings
. Counting the rings of the year
, I am serious
Sealing all my thoughts
, densely packed is my self-esteem
, Edit Separated again and again
, I admit
I have fantasized about eternity
But unfortunately no one has ever acted with me in this script.
The circle is outlined as a fingerprint
Imprinted on my lips
Memory of the bitter kiss
It is the root of the tree
< p>The lushness of spring and autumn has covered the duskI am alone in the cold night
Waiting for the morning
The world The most poisonous hatred
Is destined but not divided
It’s a pity that you never feel sorry for me
My stupidity
Youth overgrown with grass< /p>
I’m living a peaceful life
The one who accompanies me instead of you
It’s the annual rings
Counting the annual rings
p>
I am serious
Seal all my thoughts
It is my self-esteem that is densely packed
Revised and separated again and again
I Admit it
I have fantasized about eternity
It’s a pity that no one has ever acted with me in this script
A circle of annual rings
I am serious< /p>
Seal all my thoughts
It is my self-esteem that is densely packed
Revised and separated again and again
I admit it
I once fantasized about eternity
It’s a pity that no one has ever acted with me in this play
It’s a pity that no one has ever acted with me in this play.