The mist and rain are hazy and meaningless. Listening to the rain when you are free will turn you into sorrow.
The jade and white flowers are stained with blue and blue, and a teardrop is shed in the empty space of love.
You are in a lonely boat in the distant mountains, and the traces of you have been turned into candles for thousands of years.
The empty bell under the eaves weeps quietly, the idiot on the couch is searching hard
If your intention is just like half a pond of snow, how can it help me sleep all night?
I ask you how you understand your love in this life. I wish you could live forever with one person.
Intention: There are many misses in life, comfort yourself and start over