Flowers watered in the dark have bright colors. It's as red as blood but it doesn't produce the results we want.
The wings of birds flying across the sky are gray. Because it cannot reflect the color of sunlight.
Brother, I love you. I really want to plant you in my bones. In this way, we will never be separated. She spoke softly, as if singing a poem.
Is it worth spending a lifetime to plant a fruitless love? A slightly overflowing bitterness lingers on the tongue. Her white dress flutters in the wind...