Mythology: In fact, people who get daffodils from beginning to end in blue eyes actually go the wrong way from beginning to end, seeing and hearing and illusion in the air, and then say, that's it, and then let it be the end of that moment forever. I have long forgotten that summer is wandering in the space that has become black and white film, and your face is open, and exotic flowers and plants are scattered all over the sky. Gone with the wind, who am I? I remember it was a continuous connection, and the cinema stopped moving back to the original point. Love Song: I think I am very suitable to be a singer. Youth is affectionate in the wind: "Sing with You" let the invisible you walk into my dream and accompany me to sing "The City Trapped by Rain". Your heart is full of bright clouds. There is a reassuring scenery behind you. This Day is a classic. If you sign it, I think this sentence is good. Please let me cross the street with you. Please let me commemorate this sad day with you: this is my sea. I want to shout. I don't want to understand. I just want to sing some warmth in our hearts. I hold your tenderness and miss you in my heart. I need loneliness to touch the silence after the flowers fall in the rainy season. Recently, love has been pursued to the end, leaving only bits and pieces. We can only choose to pass happiness by. Behind you, my love is gone, but it doesn't matter whether the memories let me spend the night. When tears turn to dust, I press stop time to be positive. Inspirational: Flying fish, despite the paralysis of pain, still have so many skies, even if they are not blue. Maybe there is a rainbow. Relativity IV, the gorgeous stage, is performing stormy waves, quietly diluting the melancholy. Even if people are singing and dancing in the sky, going crazy will not waste time. Believe, I will always believe that the tears that began to fall have faded from your world and mine. Surrounding, betrayal of secularity and hypocrisy, flattery and accumulation are just performances I provide, or I know that my appearance has valuable power in this world. Only by protecting my position from others can I be brave and crazy. The small universe gives itself some tranquility and happiness that it has never had before. The years when the season is old turn into butterflies and fly in my room.