"Updated when I have time"
Ten years of life and death are blurred,
The desolate grass and lonely grave are desolate.
I used to practice power in many temples,
The wild geese pass through the autumn dust without leaving a trace.
Dear
You always pretend so well
Tell me your true feelings falsely
And sincerely bid farewell to me in life and death
The most abominable thing is
I always have to accept your last resort
About to meet in autumn
None of it is a good thing