Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget them without thinking about them. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about the desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Rights, desires, and love, which one is the most important to you? Smart people attract each other, fight with each other, and take advantage of each other. Who is the real winner of this game...
