"Li Xianglan" sung by Jacky Cheung is eloquent, sad and melancholy.
what!
Like flowers but not red, like ice although not frozen
But it seems that there are countless words, but unfortunately I do not understand.
Is the glass of wine getting thicker, or my heart is empty
Why feel the vibration?
The bloody white rose reminds me of Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose"
——When I was in junior high school, I copied the whole article to the head teacher at the time. She commented: You love words so much, you can definitely become a writer.
Love has a form in my heart: use the blood in my heart to sing in the cold night, sing pain all night long, and use the last remaining warmth of my body to protect the holy white rose and dye it into the most selfless red.
In this way, even if it is abandoned, or even crushed by dust and wagon wheels, it will not change its sincerity.
Just like "The Song of Burial Flowers" in "A Dream of Red Mansions"——
Not as good as a treasure trove, a cup of pure land to cover up the romance,
The essence of cleanness comes and goes, and it is stronger than the dirt trapped in the ditch,
Nong is buried in flowers today, who is laughing and crazy. Who is he who is buried in Nong?
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