Yingui Backlight Classroom

Who looks at the eternity that cannot be grasped in the fireworks? Who looks at the flowers growing in the heart in the north wind Who puts leaves to his lips and imagines the white bird in the forest Who makes the tea well? Each piece looks strong and strong. Whose pages hold the folded tomorrow? Whose ankles are covered with all kinds of expectations? Who is it? The trembling light in my heart shines a little bit Who is waiting for whose appearance on whose road? Who puts whose memory in their pocket and rushes away Who meets whose eyes at a busy intersection Who leaves whose gaze, the focused heart on their back Who is waiting to see whose life The difference is who takes the next step Who has stopped whose youth? Who wants to go to whose destination Who and whom make time go long and long