Master, bend down to see the temperature in Sunset Lane.

Mountain, look up and recall the smell of cherry blossoms.

Yang, close your eyes and listen to the sobbing of the withered rose.

Ning, lower your head and sing the wind on the street corner.

▼ A tearful smile.

▼ Leaning Tower of Paris, the back is bleak.

▼ The beauty of the Eiffel Tower scattered mountains.

▼ Left Bank Street wronged Yang's promise

▼ The Tower of London looks up at the prosperity of Ning

Who knows? The sadness of Haagen-Dazs.

Who has seen the exquisiteness of Tiramisu?

Who knows? The happiness of cappuccino.

Who knows? The simplicity of bloody Mary.

The confusion of matcha smoothies.

Who understands the helplessness of original milk tea?

/? Sunlight through the mind is messy,

/? The sun shines through the corner of my eye,

/? Sunlight passes through the heart,

/? The sunshine lingers in the warmth,

/? Sunlight becomes gentle through prosperity,

I really can't type these two groups of names?