Among all the birds, the truly colorful phoenix alone does not sing. Every step you take is dangerous, and every step you take is easy. There is wind and rain between Fanzi's fingers. There is ice and charcoal in my intestines, and I cannot stand upright. I pushed my hands back and fell in love with you without tears.
(Actually, I didn't think about it)
Purpose: We do not talk about the feelings of family and country, nor about the great achievements of the ages, but only talk about whether in the eternal river, there are little people as insignificant as dust who have lifted love to unreachable heights.
