Fortunately, he is famous for being crazy. He folds his fans to catch the fire from the sky. Red neon and light clothes, just want the lonely shadow to be in pairs.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, but the flowers fall into the dust and are fragrant. Green clothes are flying, and wild geese are returning with frost on their temples.
The soft intestine that turns over and over turns cold at night. The vicissitudes of the world are ultimately different.
Things in the world are long gone, and time is slowly passing by.
Try to raise your head and ask the sky with a smile.
The sky is speechless.