Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. My heart will take away tomorrow and everything will be wasted.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday.
I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving my heart shining.
I am far away from Ling Hao, and I am willing to fall behind others.
Limited level.