I had so much fun that I forgot to go home.
Wander from one place to another and endure many difficulties and hardships.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Have a taste in my heart.
In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit.