I lean on the building drunkenly and listen to the meaning of the music. I still raise my glass to live up to the good times.
Once all kinds of beauty are gone, people will not be haggard but their hearts will be broken.
When I first met Xi Lianjun, he had a peach blossom face and a string-like sound.
Two incense candles were burned into tears, and three thousand whispers were lingering.