The Ronin and the Cat's Horn Pillow Inscription Poem Lemon Boy I wish the years would accompany you to be barren, pulling your skirts and orphans I am so shy and afraid, I want to listen to love stories, and my mouth is bitter with you, smiling and laughing, hiding shame and controlling flowers? Take a forest bath in DOG. Lemon grass Mint-flavored grapefruit in midsummer. An Nianer. Che Ye Lan Ling, half city fireworks and half city sorrow? Sunflowers in cloudy days sing songs and stay happy, and the bamboo leaves the wind and flowers are messy. His side face is already gaunt and the flowers are blooming on the outlying islands. Pour wine to ripples. Sad than lemon? The distant mountains are only satisfied in their dreams ╰ The eyes are deep in the bass anchor. The suit-shaped man should have let go of his coat when he first kissed the wind. It seems to be casually mentioned that she lost to the drunken white dress. Stop fighting against honey-Jane, Jane, cool red roses, oxygen sprouting, orange home, cool mushrooms, literary young people cutting water to make flowers fly?