The pain of parting and disappointment has lost its voice.
from the moment you are not afraid of falling, the sky is not far from you.
The sky is stacked with layers of thoughts. I hope the sky is no longer covered with wet tears.
Those who said that they would never part have already been scattered all over the world.
I'm sorry because I'm familiar with it, so it doesn't matter.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
No matter how far apart we are, there will still be the same sky overhead, so no matter where we are, we will never feel lonely.
There are deep thoughts hidden in the sky.
In the midsummer of July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun scorches the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil in the field smokes.
Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the concrete floor that bloom in the windless forest?
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.