Lyrics "How to make me forget you"

Made me wait at your door all night.

You came panting.

Keep saying sorry.

Red face and a little shy.

Eyes brimming with divine light

Looking for a meteor that just slipped by.

Feel the sweetness of waiting for the first time

How to teach me to forget you

Ask you out for the first time

Sitting on the steps in the middle of the square

Pry open the copper lock of the diary

Under the gaze of starlight

Take you into yesterday's tunnel

Steal a moon from each other.

To resist the sneak attack at night

Your beautiful laughter has been floating in the dark.

Penetrating every layer of cold air

Take you to the Yellow River for the first time.

Walk a long, long way.

Hold your hand and cross the road.

Makes me feel very practical.

You are like a child.

Stick it on the right side of my body.

Looking at the rolling river

Can't help giggling at me.

I hold your cold hand tightly.

Shopping with you for the first time in the evening.

I hold you tightly in my arms.

You said it was only five minutes.

You said it was just a comfort to me.

I'm still behind the moon

Enjoy the borrowed happiness

You suddenly pushed my arm away and ran away.

Calling your shadow under the starry sky

Explore your footprints in the dark.

Quietly ask god

She said, nothing can be done.

Listen to my heartbeat quietly, it

Seems to follow in your footsteps.

Alas,-

How to teach me to forget you

Lyrics of "Running to the Moon"

Maybe it's because it's been too long,

There will be a dull pain in my heart,

Attached to the surface of thought.

I am well aware of the cause, development and ending of the matter.

I just can't accept the fact,

Life is like this,

It was already dark when many people were waiting for work.

Thankfully, when you look up, there is always a bright moon.

The city is therefore full of vitality,

I gradually recovered myself,

Accepted empathy.

The story brought by the season does not need lighting rendering.

There is no trace.

The quarrel next door is still going on,

Lift the curse,

You are silent in front of me.

There are no birds in the sky,

It's like my world has become a desolate Gobi.

There are no birds in the sky,

My wings make me doubt the world,

The moon on the roof of the office building suddenly hit my feet.

Vision is just dust.

There are clear human footprints on it,

Metal fragments,

Chang 'e's coat.

I'll put it back,

Because more becomes a burden.

The moon is the moon after all,

Whether it is a city or a place, there are many stories to tell.

Maybe there is something else,

Cold, charming, weird,

It always keeps people awake at night.

I'm always a little nondescript in front of you,

It often leads others to laugh and cry.

I never talk about today or the future in front of you,

Because I was always guilty there.

You are different,

You always have a nine-color halo,

Or dotted with stars

No one can stop you,

Apart from the heavy traffic,

Except my burden.

Before one night comes,

You dial someone's cell phone, and the ringing is harsh.

No matter where you come from, this city needs no comments.

Every time you make a special note.

Invite new friends to the weekend party,

At the coffee shop on the corner.

I think I'll be late,

It will be late,

Everyone's criticism, consciously or unconsciously.

People always have things to do in a limited time.

Everyone is in a hurry.

Many vehicles form a long chain and walk in sequence.

The taillights are on.

You sit by the French window and look at the strange scenery built by human beings.

Stand still.

A huge outdoor advertisement, a picture of a perfect face with a faint rouge,

The old beggar standing at the bottom holds a beautiful and fragile glass vase in his hand.

Occasionally, strange figures of stray cats will flash.

Disappear without a trace.

Its soul is heavily in debt,

The past time is condensed into missing.

Until late at night,

There are many bright stars hanging like a curtain in the sky, and there are also bright moons.

All its stories are as many as its secrets,

Also listed in order.

You always refuse to explain your habits,

Unique words or true arguments.

Over the city,

The city has no direction, and everyone is hanging in the air.

In the noisy sea of people,

People who escape from the dark vortex are like tiny duckweeds.

It hangs on the left side of a building, watching your every move coldly.

It's just that you've never seen it with fiery eyes.

I infiltrated too early, trying to escape in time, just like you,

There is no anger in my heart,

It is like an artificially planted grass, which grows feebly in the dim moonlight.

The bare branches of Sophora japonica tightly hold the huge commercial transformer,

Just like you and I always hide in a remote corner.

Maybe at midnight,

The bright lights of the city confirm its prosperity.

Black and white vehicles and flying butterflies are still flowing on the road.

When I turned around inadvertently, you turned around and swallowed the stolen or cheated Dan medicine.

There are no white doves over the city.

The lost crow and sparrow.

You leave the ground as if it were flapping its huge wings and stretching its long sleeves.

The ground of the city,

Hard and textured; Your face is on the surface of the moon

Your departure will not lighten its burden,

Will not lighten my burden.

You will change because you leave in a hurry,

Completely change my impression.

Many people are still sighing and working overtime until late at night.

Maybe all night.

You can see them,

When you turn around and open the curtains.

Write lyrics by borrowing scenery.

Write lyrics by borrowing scenery.

1, night parking near Fengqiao

Tang zhangji

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

2, "Silent Night Thinking"

Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

3. Wang Yue

Don du fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

4. "Untitled"

Don

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

5. Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.

Tang Libai

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.

It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

6. Night parking on Jiande River

Tang Meng Hao ran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

7. Ling

Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

9. Go to Guazhou

Wang Song Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

10, Water Regulation

Song sushi

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

1 1, moonlight on the riverside

Don Zhang Xu Ruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

Going with the flow for thousands of miles, where is there no moonlight by the river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiangyue is only similar year after year;

I want to know who Jiang Yue treats. But see the Yangtze River send water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I did nothing in Tan Meng, but poor Chunban didn't show off.

In spring, the river flows away and the moon falls on the river.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I wonder how many people will return every month. The falling moon shook the trees by the river.

12 letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang

Tang Meng Hao ran

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

13, an autumn night in the mountains

Don

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

14, autumn serenade

Don

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

15, midnight Qiu Ge

Tang Libai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

16 "Qiu Lai Denglan Mountain" Zhang

Tang Meng Hao ran

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.

Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

17, autumn night

Dondum

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

18, Mid-Autumn Moon

Tang Bai Juyi

Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.

Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?

After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.

According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.

19, Su Curtain

Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves,

The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.

The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

Dark homesickness, chasing the thoughts of travel,

Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.

Mingyue Building rests on its own,

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

20. Fisherman's pride

Song Fan Zhongyan

Qiu Lai has different scenery,

Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.

The four sides are connected with each other.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost.

People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

Lyrics write poems for you

Fire summer,

Listen to the wind sing cicadas.

Sit quietly indoors for a while,

Eyes down, eyebrows down,

Let your mind be there

You are the only person in my life who will not change.

With a sigh on his forehead,

Irrepressible thoughts poured in.

Put the cup down your throat,

The old man is in a trance.

The door of memory suddenly opened,

The picture of love comes like a river,

Scene after scene is as clear as yesterday.

Come to my arms, quiet and happy,

Apart from the complexity of the world,

Be the lotus girl.

Elegance is always appropriate, naughty and willful.

Your heart is full of love.

The room is full of fragrance, roses are talking,

The heart of the lotus,

Glory overflows.

Write it down with pen and ink.

"Life is endless, and I love you more than that."

When I first met you,

Listen to your sweet words,

Boating in the lake of your heart.

The morning light is slightly seductive, and the light and sunshine are dim, which makes people frown.

The night wind is whispering the thoughts of parting, and the edge is whispering snuggling!

Every time we meet,

I recorded it in immature language,

Remember that day and write down that moment.

Sadness turns over when it is born,

Soothes the wandering soul.

At dusk,

Looking out the window, my heart is ready to move,

I know that when night falls.

You will come as scheduled.

Speak softly

You are my baby,

Is the tenderness in my hands,

Accompany me to my old age,

Watch the sunset together, enjoy the falling flowers together,

Listen to the rain complaining about divorce. "

Yesterday, the yellow flowers were inlaid with green leaves, and I had a lingering fear.

Beyond the clear water, clear mountains and clear skies, we are deeply affectionate!

Loneliness after fatigue,

That confident and indifferent woman,

Be occupied by sadness.

Fingertips penetrate the paper at will,

An uneasy heart, bitter thoughts and deep love.

Write down this sentence:

Who holds me high?

Who will stop me from holding the dust?

Who invited the moon to build a house with my heart?

Heart rain flies and tears disperse, dancing with fate to spend the spring and autumn!

You shelter the Iraqi people from the wind and rain, and you chase the world for love.

You know it's going to rain late, and you still hold it in your hand! ''

A sentimental heart,

I am always anxious in the dead of night.

Acacia for you, infatuation for you.

Indulge in your love,

You said I only wrote love stories for you.

My heart is always turned into deep sadness by your overbearing words!

A sunny flower blooms early and stands charming by the water.

Facing the clear water, facing the shore, waiting for fate to accompany you in the evening!

Walking into this blue sky and clear water of love,

Helpless and sad,

The smile dyed her forehead red again.

Get up in the morning and be a woman with a light wind and a light cloud.

Just because,

No matter when and where there is fate, love is accompanied by heart.

In this life,

Write poems and lyrics for you in my thoughts,

Go straight to eternity!