In your life, the red and blue threads are entwined and interspersed In the heart, the last stroke of the painting shows your pulse The sound of the wind has never been blown away for a moment The wor
思绪堆积后织成茧. Sixu duiji hou zhi cheng jian. 静候一场分裂. Jing hou yi chang fenlie. 这次又会怎样蜕变. Zhe ci you hui zenyang tuibian. 成灰或是成蝶. Cheng hui huo shi cheng die. 只要飞得远. Zhiyao fei de yuan. 就能听得见. Jiu neng tin