The fallen flowers have danced before the wind, but the flowing water still only flows eastward.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch
When I go up to the small building in the desert and cold, the sound of dawn sounds like poverty and sorrow. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen quietly. The flying flowers are like dreams, and the boundless whispers are as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks are hanging on the precious curtains.