Thousands of ups and downs, twists and turns.
When I wake up from drunkenness, I feel lovesickness all over the floor.
The amphibious butterfly breaks its wings, and the lonely Linlang offers sacrifices.
The ravaged worldly fate is falling apart day by day.
I still remember who is on my side today.
Time flies by.
The red color of self-pity has no color, it is too hasty.
How much does it weigh?