#The dance swaying on the tip of the pen is the strongest flash of red under the spotlight.

#Use a match to burn a mirage and use the heavy rain to escape.

#Hiding in the streets where there is no recovery, the smile is so penetrating that it is hard to recover.

#The hurt city under the eyelashes passes through whose scenery and whose heart

#That song about us, who did you sing the ending to?

#Carve our story on the weathered gable wall, and passers-by cry when they see it.

#It will take me a thousand years to love you and ten thousand years to forget you.