The lonely cloud in the blue sky is so lonely and sad, and the ashes in my heart are like ashes stained with tears on my clothes.
I lit up the lamp to admire the full moon and the prosperity, while Zigui alone filled the sky with sorrow.
Time is gone forever, how many lives will be wasted?
In the past, I asked about the flowers without saying a word, but next year I will leave them alone without saying a word.