Happiness is in a hurry, like a sweet dream.
In the dream, the boy is all-powerful.
Throughout life, the good dreams of spring are like smoke.
When I woke up from the dream, I found that the yellow rice was undercooked and I had nothing but fatigue.
That day the sunset was as bright as fire, and the Manzhu and Shahua were as bright as fire.
She is as cold as the moon and clear as frost, ignoring countless souls and sweeping the solitary grave everywhere.
A few years later, when my soul returns to the same place, it is my life-and-death promise to you.