Life is just a gorgeous pain.
Love is originally a sweet and desolate song.
Beloved, clear the hurt; vast sea, eagle soars. Looking back, Feng Yang.
As time goes by, I become old and miserable. Spring goes and spring comes back, filled with grief.
Beloved, look far away; where can I leave the person? The shadow of the sail, the cold river; no regrets, the poem is like tears, hundreds and thousands of lines.
It was the heartbreak of that moment of looking back that penetrated the melodiousness of my youth. From then on, there was heartbreak, blood splatter, and a sea of tears.
Fall in love with the pain you give me. I know that the more I fall in love, the more painful it becomes, but I just want to remain intoxicated.
No pain, no love. The more pain, the more love. The more painful it is, the less regret it has.
How many look back
Ended the grudges
The zither played in the old days makes me sad
How many times have I stayed?
It's better to rest
All he said was that it was a cool autumn day