I often remember the sunset at the Xiting Pavilion. It was a beautiful time before I was born, when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying.
Drunk and not knowing the way back. I would rather go crazy than become a Buddha immediately. I wonder if you will laugh at me for being too stubborn and persistent.
I returned home late after all the fun, and I couldn't even remember what it was that I had been pursuing.
Stumbled into the depths of lotus flowers. Fortunately, God didn't treat me too badly. At least, I finally encountered happiness.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, ten years of youth passed by in an instant, what I expected was lost, and what was disappointed was gained.
A group of gulls and herons were startled. Looking back, it's just a new song and a glass of wine. Life is not a brilliant fireworks. Happiness is a fireworks in the world.
This is a story about ten years, just a fairy tale for those trivial daughters.
This love is nothing more than broken fireworks, and people will never come back after years of separation. This hatred lies in the fact that things are right and people are wrong, but in this life I can only smile and have no regrets.