How soft are your steps like falling meteors?

Sometimes, your footsteps are flowers in late spring.

Like naughty tears, when I become speechless,

When you frown, you are a hardworking bee.

Happiness is collected in flowers in spring and also in autumn.

Nourish me like hibiscus after rain, even though

Angels dance in my heart in the dark,

When they stretch, they may get the best wishes.

When I am sleepy again, it is a song.

The piano never tires of listening, and the melody is melodious.

I often wander in it,

It's like taking a trip; here

Although there are many strange faces, life

Spring is still there, the ancient gaze,

With the flow of February spouted thaw, at that time

I saw a big smile, just like

Starry night heard a clear cry-this is a kind of.

Distant broken dreams

I don't know how Honghua entertained the cardinals to cheer.

Anyway, the flowers outside the window have already bloomed, too.

No matter how the moonlight wakes up my window lattice, look.

Whose old dreams are still burning in the distant sparks,

It was a reincarnation season! Who's that with Celie?

A warm wind, thunder in my imaginary arms,

Scared that the charcoal fire in front of the bed gave off a reddish glow,

And my window seems to have only potted flowers in bloom.

Who snorted softly from the outside: Look how light the bees fly.

Even if there are no stars tomorrow, there will be no stars on the ground.

Red light; All the voices were silent,

Will my little life and my little bee follow?

Earthworms are hiding in the yard. They may be waiting.

Angels also have the grace of sunset glow: it is the cloud in their hearts,

Will also sneak around with the moonlight. It seems a little

The ship anchored in a calm lake in the center of the sea, and then it began.

After a while, there was another subversion. Those who rest in peace

Man in the cabin: They don't know the sail on the mast.

What kind of mental state does it reveal? You see, in their pupils,

Full of happiness. I didn't get it.

Any answer to hope is just silence.

Always be with my soul!

Maybe you won't receive this suicide note about suffering,

But it doesn't matter After many years, you will find that

His figure is like a spring water in the clear sky of Wan Li.

There are no dark clouds, no cold currents that freeze people to death.

Only sunshine clarifies the warm air, if you are willing to follow it.

Its source, you will find the reflection of every time and space!

That's the soul calmly stepping into your eyes. From then on.

I am a beggar in hell, just like nobody here.

Grave, let me forget all my troubles and exhaust the rest of my life.

Just waiting for a sincerity about life!