Nine times out of ten, you should always think about one or two things. Life is like summer flowers, and death is like autumn leaves. Sunset, infinite beauty, only close to the dusk. Joy begets sorrow. Only the boundless universe, endless endless, can not stop filled with tears of sorrow. Come here again today, the girl does not know where to go, only the peach blossom is still, smile in full bloom in the spring breeze. In the crowd once and again, I look for her in vain. When all at once I turn my head, I find her there where lantern light is dimly shed.