A red clay stove and a cup of fragrant tea;
Even if there is a tacit understanding, he is still a bystander after all;
Even if your body is broken to pieces, it still can't save you;
Being sentimental is worse than being ruthless, but people are not grass and trees;
Smiling through tears, writing down history...
Roadside tree
A tree falls in love with another tree
There is a wide road in the middle
The crown of the tree cannot be touched
The roots of trees cannot touch each other
Its hand stretches and stretches
Nor can I catch the tears it sheds
Its waist bends and bends
I can't even pick up the love letter it sent me.
Destined to be forgotten forever
silent blessing
