I don't have anything to say, and it's not too late to talk after I've told you more.
Nanxiangzi
＿Pillow next to the sound of oars. Greedy to listen to, dumb and drunk. It turns into a flowerbed of music and music, and it remains the same. The green sleeves are in front of my eyes.
Parting the tips of the two eyebrows. The dream has come to an end if I want to talk about it. I just remember looking at each other in the moonlight the night before I buried my injustice. Regardless of whether people worry about being alone.