Selected lyrics of Li Ruo

Beyond Time was favored by lies in those years. In the early morning when I woke up in a thunderstorm, I fled in time with heavy shackles. If thunder and lightning choose to continue lingering, maybe I can worship the sunset before dawn. However, lies can't escape time. The judges were once in love.

It snowed in my dream. This snow can't copy a common dream, just as tears can't make my thoughts go back to the past. Starting from a winter without winter, I began to look for a vague memory as pure as snow. The track has been memorized for a long time and is very sophisticated. At first, it was as round as a dream. Later, it was serrated by the wheel. It reads like a poem, but it is not a poem. This young man is only mixed with dialects. I stole an ancient love from a young city and learned to brew a poem from a tear. In the winter without winter, in the dream of losing my dream, I met a drizzling snow.

Enjoy the snow 1. I stood on a 30-story building and watched the snow stand taller than me. I looked up for the dust-free appearance of the snow, but what I saw was her broken heart. 2. Xue knows the world better than I do, so she writes with pure life, so I am not as brave as her. When she jumped in front of me, I was just envious but afraid to sign a life-and-death contract with her. The world in front of us is only snow. Everything in the world is decorated. Only snow is alive. She can sing, dance and talk. Many people are intoxicated by her graceful dancing, but no one can understand what she is saying. 4. Snow is pure sadness. I am sad and pure. I love her, not only because of her cloud skirt, but also because of her madness. I love her lightness, transparency and pure romance. I love her quiet sadness more, just like when I miss you.

Taste of the year 1. The firecrackers in the hands of children with white velvet red cotton-padded jackets are blooming with the flavor of the year. Mother's hands are like dried bacon, and father's wishes for the coming year are hung on the door. The joy and harvest of a year have been tempered by my mother's hands with wax fragrance in the charming stove fire. A story called Nian matured in red wine and coke. Xue Rui broke up with Fengnian for a long time, and the warm sunshine accelerated the pace of spring. The children around the computer are scratching, and the firecrackers I lit in my memory will become eternal memories. The bacon hanging in the corridor fattened the neighbor's cats and stray dogs. Mother carved the flavor of the year around the flame without ashes, and father will be all over the world. The same expectation is copied in the footsteps of the wanderer's return, in the waiting and expectation of the first year at his doorstep. As a result, I heard that the Spring Festival was coming, so I began to wonder what it was like as a child, a new dress, a lucky money, a student year, a young postcard and a faint miss. When I grow up, I have no concept in my heart. For example, this year is an unfinished nostalgia in my heart.

The overdue confession in Confessions is like overnight tea. No matter how hot it is, you can't taste the original elegance. But how can a thousand words hidden in my heart be woven into a prosperous heart after sadness? Worry that is not dead is like a stone in your heart. Every amazing return is like a cloud falling into the Milky Way, like a youth buried in a grave. The secret of the injury was not premeditated. Maybe you can't understand that confession is a relief to the soul, although the result is no result. Anyway, it has expired and lost its luster for a while.

I am not lonely, so I fell in love with loneliness, because I miss it so much, so I am tired of missing me. I am not alone. Shadow can faithfully prove it for me. If the shadow is lost tonight, the poem can prove it. If the poem can't sound, please allow the soul to answer for me. Life can also be a person's scenery, but I can't bear to be alone in a person's scenery. I am not lonely, because loneliness is still behind me. I don't miss it because the end of it is silent.

I don't know if the sky will feel lonely without the sun. I wonder if there will be a waiting day when the moon is thin. The night is getting thinner every day. It is said that the warm colors I long for are popular in winter. The sun disappeared in my untouched heart. The sky began to miss the moon, and the world began to miss me. I suddenly found that my heart is not in heaven or on earth at the moment. The days are long and the nights are dark.

"Love" hangs in a magnificent skyscraper with a great gesture. People coming and going look up to an old beggar with thousands of eyes. After calmly saying something, isn't it a withered bread? That's a pet's favorite. "Suffering" is not necessarily a battlefield of bullets. If you escape the bloodshed, you will die like a desert. Please give me a bitter choice. My soul will abandon my body. The body needs to be buried. Please allow me to return my soul to God. It comes from heaven. The next stop may be hell. Forgetting has ended here. I can't walk into your city. You don't remember which road we met. Maybe I remember it was in May. Maybe the branches understand that it doesn't matter. Spring without stories is easy to forget.

on one's pins

Besides eating and drinking Lazarus, it is greed.

What is the proof that people are alive? Don't think that you can breathe and you won't die. Who can explain how cigar smoke is formed? Don't think that if your heart can beat, you won't die. Who can explain that your heart was still alive when you committed the crime?

"Death" is not as terrible as people think. It's just a sleeping position, returning cement and steel bricks to their original shape, leaving a handful of loess. This is the most primitive home.

Plant some wild flowers and weeds around your home and live a life of returning to nature from now on. Please don't bother me for a long time. I haven't been so quiet for a long time.

grave

This wasteland is vivid and full of aura because of the support of the soul. In the past, there were many weeds, and the farewell steps were trimmed into a broken path. At one end of the path is the village, and at the other end is heaven. People living in the village will emigrate to heaven in the future, but the soul living in heaven will never return home.

"Tomb" This is where the nobles live.

The poor stop and the ragged are not allowed in. Don't underestimate these small houses of several square meters, which are enough to build a small building in the country. Use money to calculate the square of the house when you are alive, and use gold bars to calculate the square of the cemetery when you are dead.

Others only see our superficial scenery. Who ever asked about our desire? I was tired of fame and fortune, and I was sent to this gold-worshipping cell without consulting us.

Untitled If the moon chooses to continue wandering, I will always be just behind, not in front. If the waves are no longer calm, I will always be on the left bank, not in Qian Fan. If I regret it, I will always be in the past, not a sigh. If I miss you, I will always be just spring mud instead of falling flowers. If the moon is round on the other side tonight, I will always be just a cape instead of the horizon.

I once loved you. I once loved you. The pleasure of meeting in that poetic season is like an unfinished fairy tale, the unknown beauty, like the weather in October.

I once loved you on that rainy road, and I am looking for a warm day. I was so confused that I forgot that it was the rainy season. Those intoxicating flowers and spoony birds can only stay in the first story, and finally become an episode. I once loved you and always thought that love was a lifelong thing. I hollowed out my heart just to let you live in my heart. I don't know, a person who loses his heart is like losing his life.

I once loved you, in that dark day, I once loved you, in that distant memory, I once loved you, only once.