Chapter 67 Sansheng stone

when the ferry unmoored when the ferry unmoored bagpipes just waiting for you to come and see you off in the vast ferry Watch me gradually leave the shore wide water, long sky wave to me i will be on the other side waiting hard pick up your next boat In the deserted ferry I see you gradually approaching the shore When the water runs out, the sky returns wave to you like a midsummer night like a midsummer night Side by side on the pillow, the voice turns low I shouldn't call you, I'm already asleep I'm sleepy too, turn over followed into a dream And stay in this world outside the dream

minutes, seconds Answer, Didi Leave it to the little alarm clock next to the bed life is like a night Side by side on the pillow, the voice turns low Don't call me, I'm already asleep You are sleepy too, turn over followed into a dream And stay in this world outside the dream vernal equinox, summer solstice Guyu, Qingming All to the big alarm clock on the grave find the tree Zizhan and Ziyou of the Su family, what do you say In the afterlife still want to be brothers Let us still be husband and wife in the next life it was one morning you woke up Silly words murmured while sleepy

Said you were in a trance dream last night Lean under a tree with me The things before and after, I forgot when I turned over I just remember that the shade of the trees is so deep and i said something to you "I'll wait for you," in the shade The shadow of the tree is at the window, but the sound of birds is not heard In the half-dark twilight, I say Maybe that's our past life Once you cross the bridge of Naihe, you forget As for the details, it should have been vague At this moment we may be At that time, the next life promised by madness you sighed and said

Just to find that tree maybe at that time what was left in the roots red candle Thirty-five years ago there was a pair of red candles once shone on the young bridal chamber ——and use such a classic name Remembering the small room on Xiamen Street still burning side by side still caring for each other Follow the way we came, the way we go Candles burn shorter and shorter The night stays longer The last gust of black wind blows Which one will go out first, trailing white smoke? Another tear is left Alone to resist the surrounding night cold It's best to blow them out at the same time

Let two puffs of light smoke become one Simultaneously melt into the emptiness of night That's naturally desirable, I said But who can control at will How should the unprovoked wind blow?