There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.
The proud son of heaven, he is graceful and graceful.
My lover is not the best lover, nor is he an angel who lends a helping hand; I am not the one who deserves to be loved the most, nor am I a beggar waiting for his charity.
But if you want to say that our encounter was a tragedy, then I think you are wrong.
"You are a warrior in wartime, a gardenia that blooms in ruins and lives under controversy and opposition. My lover is not that strong and does not need to be so strong."
Concept: People should not be static objects that can be described, but should be the rhythm dancing with the wind on the grassland.
