My dear, you are my Old Testament
I say it goes around and over again, waves of pines and waves
Love words are rustling and thoughts are heavy
Talking to myself, waiting for your letter of broken promise
From the turquoise inkstone
Hui ink with black pine shadow
You are my throbbing and youthfulness
"I love freedom and you"
If you marry Zhou Ting, give him this book
Purpose: Love life