Going to an appointment in a fleeting year, we met in a dilemma.
A hand of gentleness relieves the worries of the world, while a body of loneliness and coldness locks away the sorrow.
Abandoning the warm sun and entering the cold abyss, you will only know your regrets after experiencing pain.
When the frost and snow melt away, it is too late for the old friend to return, leaving only a period of old time, half complete and half sad.
The thoughts of a young man are like fog covering the river.
If you have someone to protect you, you will be sober and self-possessed if you lose one thought.
The sharp blade cuts off the gentleness, and it is late to rush home.
In the good years, we meet some sweet and painful ones, some returning and some passing by.
Intention: Missing and staying together in youth, the two-way rush of love and redemption