Things are turbid, and sin and love sing together.

Greeting ceremony comes first, flowers come second.

If you take a step back, I will make a red account, and if you take a step further, I will be the pioneer.

The end of one story is just the beginning of another.

Understand yourself, surpass yourself and please yourself.

Missing is punishment, right? Punish those who miss the past.

Who can predict the flowering period of love?

Don't wait, there is still time.

Just because people are in the wind, it is not up to you and me to gather and disperse.

Communication is sharing happiness, and solitude is digesting yourself.

There is sorrow in front of the mountain and there is no freedom without wind.

The preferences of a few people don't follow the crowd.

Bypassing the river, I found that you are a spark on the earth.

Throw away your troubles and make room for flowers.

Without silence, I love life.