Roses Don't Have Thorns, Is It Weird?

Beneath the beautiful face is an expression that is hard to see clearly. I wonder what he wants? Underneath a faint smile is a peerless charm, Who understands, who pities. The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind. Still haggard with the time, it is unbearable to watch. The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears are there to limit hatred, relying on the lantern. The jade hook on the hand-rolled bead curtain locks the heavy building according to the hatred of the previous spring. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely. The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves at dusk, they connect with the flow from the sky. Conception: