The fragrance of gardenia is a young dream,
But too much youth ends in vain.
Love is the superstition of the right time and place.
The dice are his and her bets,
But I don't know that the exquisite dice is attached to the red beans, and I miss you deeply.
He gave her choices and thought of everything for her.
My thoughts are delicate and deep, and I don't want to share them with anyone.
When I met you, it was the most beautiful accident.