Poetry describing the rest of my life.

Don't worry about the rest of your life, but it's late autumn in a blink of an eye.

Hongfeng is drunk everywhere, and her silver hair is excellent.

People in Middle and Lower Liba in Chun Xue are not worried.

Why ask a stranger who lives in another country? Love is like a poem.

(the second song)

If it wasn't for the beginning-

If we never met—

If-

No ifs. ......

This is fate, predestined,

Just like you are in the dark,

It's been a thousand years.

And reality, you just,

Just reliving my memory.

Sadness or happiness.

The fortune teller said,

This is the debt you owed in your last life.

So for the rest of your life, you must pay it back.

If there are other reasons to convince yourself,

Which means I'm still alive.

Eat while you are alive,

This is an indisputable fact.

Live, eat.

Eat and live.

So, your story starts all over again.

(The third song)

The dream curtain around the canoe, how can you keep thinking?

The stormy life is stormy, and the sad years are sad.

Otaku can't help looking for rhyme, and lovers of words can teach me how to trust!

He who sees through things other than the world of mortals will never be happy!

(the fourth song)

A chic lifestyle is a piano, so why bother to wash away the dust?

I was tired after walking two tables this morning, and there was no trace of yesterday's banquet.

I am happy to seek elegance from famous mountains, but I am ashamed to lean on the giant with rats.

Even if I die, I'm going to write my mind in Songjiang.

(the fifth song)

I stole a teenager's voice, and I love poetry.

The sunset will be over, and the rest of my life will be bitter and sweet.

Inspire the lyrical meaning of the text and point out that mountains and rivers are not like Hou.

The old horse knows the way according to the good meal, and shines to dance autumn!

(the sixth song)

Live in seclusion between clouds and water, accompanied by the bright moon,

Watching cranes dance in the green hills and listening to dragons sing in the blue sea,

Flat peach banquet and joy, delicious pills for the elderly,

It's hard to say anything, when will there be a result?

(the seventh song)

Nothing for the rest of my life, so it remains the same.

Although Kuafu has caught up with the Japanese, the grass is still attached to the woodcutter.

Sad words are passed down from generation to generation, and I don't know why poor people are sour.

A pool of stagnant water turns evil into positive, and the key to defense lies in Qing Huan.

(the eighth song)

I can't bear to see the maple red frost dew cold, and it is difficult to leave fragrant ink to write poems.

The sunset is delicious, and the green blood becomes a scholar.

A meager salary can support the elderly, and the rest of my life is bittersweet.

In my heart, I have dreams and dreams by the clear autumn moon.

(the eighth song)

You sing, he sings, I go on stage, don't talk about vicissitudes,

Birds are singing in the window by the willow tree, and flowers are enjoying in the garden by the fence.

Throughout the ages, I have been full of ink and books, and I have been writing about the sun.

Why ask who is right in the world? Xiaoyao only tastes wine and poetry.