You and I never said goodbye, but we parted again and again. It's hard to grow old together if you hold your son's hand.
How could he be so romantic in the rain of love at the beginning, but who would have thought that he would end up in a bad relationship because of the water flooding the golden mountain.
I think about it at the beginning and think about it, but I dare not mention half a word of it again.
Madam, madam, you and I are passionate, but our relationship is so shallow that it is difficult to continue.
Officials, officials, a hundred years will not satisfy the love, but a thousand years of companionship will be needed.
One after another, every word of praise is paid tribute to the Buddha.
But Buddha knows who my heart is loyal to, and you also know who my love is crazy about.
There is no sorrow, love is empty, there is no words of gratitude and resentment, and infatuation is unfulfilled.
Sigh, sigh.
Conception: