It's almost the winter solstice. It still rains morning and night. Your insistence at the beginning has now made you very doubtful. You are very doubtful. In the end, you only have this dead branch. How many times have you fallen in love and planted it with all your heart? The harvest is not as good as when other descendants harvested. You really don't mind this time, but seeing others talk about love is tempting. When you ask when the grapes will ripen first, you have to wait and wait again. Even if the harvest is lost, always keep it. In the future, try not to let today's tears flow in vain. Stay low and hurt your stone. Absorb from your mistakes Maybe you have to accept it even if the harvest months are not yet here Or you have to turn your love into mellow wine The time has come first and it is ripe How you should love Unfortunately it is never recorded in the book Finally figured it out But the years will not come back Don't come back Spring will be missed May flowers bloom again A thousand kinds of love Some need to be watered by love tears The withered tenderness will grow back in the end Wrong love is a must-have side dish But what's the temptation when talking about love with others Asking when the grapes will ripen first You have to wait and wait. Even if the harvest is lost, always keep watch for the future. Try not to let today's tears flow in vain. Stay low and hurt you. Absorb from the mistakes. Maybe you have to accept the harvest month before it comes. Or until you turn your love into mellow wine. The time comes first. Think about the other side of the sky. There is also someone waiting for the grapes to be ripe. Try a glass of wine. Don't let loneliness hurt you until your hair turns gray overnight. You still have the freedom you don't need and the most dazzling wound. I know that in the future. There may not be a more beautiful encounter on the road, but when all your wisdom is turned into red wine, you can still save yourself by getting drunk. Everyone has been sad, but that one has not.