Laughing drunk the world, looking back, there is no familiar shadow in the sea of people, and there is no dawn in the world of mortals.

"The splendor of fireworks and the withering of fallen leaves; Even if you are so helpless, it won't change anything.

Sad and melancholy, I feel lonely when I see the figure without Iraq, and my thoughts and tears blend together for life.

Colorful light scatters your pupils.

Peach blossoms are bright under the moon, and castanets and rosewood burn mirrors.

Make up with delicate hands and red makeup, and put on a light suit.

Whose is the smell here? Have you ever burned incense in your hand?

No love, no hate, no anger, no pen for rain.

The fence invited the person who asked the way to drink this bowl and smiled.

Unique in the world is hard to find.

Looking back, it seems that the golden years have passed.

Bright lights twinkled in tears.

Put a mask on the memory to cover up the sadness.

Miss, in this season's unbridled spread.

The world of mortals is dazzling. Time is right or wrong, but it is just a dream.

Flowers, the past tells the truth, are just flowers, not romance.

Life is like a piano. Whether the piano sounds beautiful or not depends on how you play it.

A landscape, a feeling; Although the scenery is beautiful, it is still appreciated; No one appreciates it, and there is nothing to feel in it.

Raindrops, the moment you fall, what you leave behind is beauty.

I will miss it all my life, and it will come like a flying flower.

Flying cranes outside the window spread heart sounds and played happy rhymes.

The ear is still whispering hand in hand in the past.

Did you ever know that the bright moon shines on the water, but it was not at that time that you met and were isolated from the world?

A hundred years ago, the east wind left, but we met so late.

There is a profound painting on the wide beach.

The wind blows across the lake, but my heart ripples slightly.

Life is picturesque, and the smiling picture adds bright colors.

Waiting is white smoke floating in the deepest part of memory.

There is a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and hold it in an eternal moment.

The blue night falls in the world, I remember you, and my heart is in the sadness you know well.

Time is like water, lost from the fingertips; The beauty in memory has long since vanished.

The eyes of time are very clear about the footprints of love.

The left side of wet shoulder, lost in summer rain.

Rainy day, so lingering.

Exclusive fireflies under the moon, lighting up a lonely!

At the beginning of the night rain, the wind is falling, rolling a few fallen leaves.

Who remembers the pale vows of youth?

All the memories of quicksand, those lost years, washed away my dust.