paper airplane

Fold the layers of my feelings for you into paper airplanes called longing, climb up to the top floor, follow the direction where you are, hold it in the wind, help me...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice
Fold the layers of my feelings for you into paper airplanes called longing, climb up to the top floor, follow the direction where you are, hold it in the wind, help me...
The train passes by at a fast speed and I watch people coming and going outside the window. Although it happens every day, I don't know why I just can't get tired of watching it. It's like love...
I cried, she left, I worried, you came, I smiled, I left. If I can't be close to her, then what's the point of being close to you...
The boring days have been too long, and I have become numb and sad. I complain about the unforgivable sweltering heat of the scorching sun every day, and I am yawning...
The tears of the Weaver Girl were all over the window outside the window. The night was hazy. Even the beautiful Yueniang was secretly sad for the poor couple and hurriedly pulled the naughty girl away...
The strong rhythm of flamenco echoing in the ears makes people can't help but dance along with it. They close their eyes and meditate on the beautiful and unrestrained dance...
The misty world wakes up, but only my beloved is left alone! How could you bear to leave me alone to suffer the ruthless erosion of darkness...
Pure is quiet, not pure, can be quiet, but not clean, can be quiet, common sense, quiet can be clean, very quiet, not pure, is quiet, not clean...
The flowers fell, the spring thunder stirred up the branches and leaves, and when I asked where I was going, I could only ask for a faraway place. It rained and the wind fell. When I woke up, the unforgettable thing was only...
With the lights on, I am snuggling alone in the corner. Who is it, who is it that haunts me so much? I can’t see, I can’t hear, and I close my eyes...