Tonight, I think of the dusk at that time
Lin Qiquan
At night, try to cover my eyes
Don't want me to see the dusk of memory.
The mountain in the distance is gone
At that time, we climbed the mountain to enjoy the scenery.
Take her hand and sing together.
Look forward to the night at every dusk
Let every night cover the red face
But at this point,
Except for the white hair.
I can't collect any more.
Even if there is some inexplicable love
A cold wind blowing from the depths
Suddenly, the rain beat on the windowsill
It seems to be her delicate voice.
Has been whispering in my ear
I reached out and tried to hold it.
But I caught Rain Water and held it in the palm of my hand.
It's like holding on to my old age.