Look up at the sky with what eyes? Gray is like a colorless world.
Only a quarter of the circle lingers in this world. Once slept in loneliness; Once shed tears in beauty; Once in the midst of prosperity; I was drunk in a low voice. ...
Only a quarter is imperfect, and the pursuit of three quarters of the burden, like a meteor across the sky, leaves a touch of incomplete and flawless beauty.
I reached out and drew a semicircle with half a circle in it, which arched a bridge in this world, only the reflection made by loneliness.
A circle like a rainbow half arc has no gorgeous decoration, and the colorful world has not given it a colorful identity.
One is only a general remnant circle, which once chased the purity of the sky; It once passed and stopped at a corner; It once looked at the bright moon and sighed; It is getting stronger and stronger in the sun. ...