There is a Yellow River on Wangchuan River, and there is always sympathy on Naihe Bridge.
See you at the Three Holy Stones, Meng Po. Sansheng, you and I are both dead.
Life and death * * * I know only Meng Po laughs at me.
I woke up in a daze and felt late. This life will destroy three stones.
Meng Po of my generation has been regarded as an idle person for thousands of years.
Yellow flowers bloom and fall, and fate is doomed to break.
There is no right or wrong when a good marriage breaks up.
Postscript:
It seems that dust is not dust. Who can break the relationship? Suspected of being hurt, not hurt.
Melancholy, wandering, past, past, miss, acacia, love and sorrow