Knife-like thoughts poured down the downpour that year in the summer of that year, and since then the world has never been booed and warmly cared about you said that children should be well lived to take good care of me

Knife-like thoughts

Rain cats and dogs

In the summer of that year

Extinguished the flames of life

From then on

There is no longer any warm concern in the world

You said

child

Live well

Take good care of it

I took it to heart

Under the blazing sun of Zhaoqing

I kneel

The hand that was holding him did not dare to let go

Afraid of failing to live up to the gaze under the Nine Springs

In the pitch darkness of the early hours of the morning

Bow your head and bend down to apologize

For the sake of my own advice that I can't let go

The little one

The tall one

Neither ever let go

Until one day

Suddenly, he woke up under the push

Originally

I'm just one

Swift in gossip

Scarred without knowing it

This world

The original is just a shadow

Never went to Yellow Springs together

Thoughts like knives

It dissipated twenty years ago

Come alone

Go alone

It has never changed