Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. One night is like a ring, and all the tides are like clouds. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
It is not easy to cut off the fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
Love is like a ring, you can't figure out the source, you can't follow the end, but you get lost in persistence.
Throughout this life, our hearts have cherished each other, and finally we have become "spring waves are green under the sad bridge";
In the next life, so close to the end of the world, it turns out that "there is no such thing as an easy fate";
Life after life, looking back at dusk, love is in the dim light.