The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Should I be silent so that you can hear my voice?
Do I stop so you can see my tears?
Is my heart broken before you can touch my heartache?
Will you notice my existence if I disappear?
I am a fish
you are a bird
If you hadn't stalled and wandered
If I hadn't looked around and paid attention
Where does this unpopular attachment and love come from?
You are brave
my fate
You are a bird that can roost anywhere
I am a fish that has lost its body temperature long ago
blue sky
blue sea
It's difficult for me and you
What a world!
Four seasons!
Day and night!
What is the same color as the sea and the sky?
Hell heaven
Evening drums and morning bells
sleepless night
The morning I can't wake up
How do spring flowers know autumn fruits?
How can I forgive yesterday's blindness for today's unbearable situation?
How do birds love?
How can I fall in love with fish in the water?