Passers-by in heaven and earth
How many people can see through life and death?
The red dust is billowing
infatuated with deep love
Gathering and dispersing but there is always time
I bet my youth on tomorrow
I want to stay half awake and half drunk
I hope at least I can follow you in my dreams
I don't know how much sorrow there is in the world over the years
Why not take a leisurely walk
PS: Dear readers:
I'm a little dissatisfied with the previous article, overhaul...
I will cultivate it slowly, and you will watch it slowly.