Fu Hongxue

The drizzle is falling. You and I hold an umbrella and are silent in the alley. How can those scenes be frozen? We all still have something to say. My brows are furrowed. I am afraid that it will be difficult to tie the knot in this life. I seem to see the plum blossoms you embroidered blooming on the handkerchief. The fishing fire in Gusubo. Who is lonely in the window pavilion? The night in the south of the Yangtze River is like rice paper splashing with ink. Looking at the river maple is difficult to choose. The sound of pipa blows in the wind. I treat wine as a song. Who is telling? The breeze blows and lingers, how do you summarize your love and tears? Until the ashes fly away, the clouds cover the shy moon, and you and I are lit under the lamp. Don't let this fate pass by. Who is waiting for me in Dongting (how to forget) at the end of the year, the cold wind is carving (choosing to escape) I pick up the pen, but the words are difficult to fall (don't want to give up). Love loses to silence (love does not win or lose) clearly see the outline of the world of mortals (how to forget) you and me. Yimo (Choose to escape) True love Air dry (Don't want to give up) Turn into amber for love (Love cannot be replaced) I give red snow and kiss the falling flowers. I wish to turn it into the song of separation of life and death. If you and I are sealed in the dust in the book of poetry (How could those pictures be frozen? We all still have something to say) I give red snow and touch it with love, but it is branded with a sad period. There are too many uncertainties in reincarnation (my eyebrows are tightly knitted. I'm afraid) It's hard to get married in this life (cause and effect)