Who says there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still move westward?
I don't know if that moment will last forever.
Hands held high, can it represent a sigh?
Childhood dreams are like that pedal piano.
Still obsessed with pure music
Peel off the coat of history
No sacred petals can grow on weathered rocks.
In a noisy city
The truth is like disgusting exhaust.
We are not afraid of mediocrity.
Morality and conscience
It is a totem carved by the gods in the depths of our souls.
Everyone must worship.
Autumn has finally come.
The fallen leaves slowly covered up all the arrogance.
Disaster is no longer news.
The back of the deceased is just tears hanging on the old face.
No one has the right.
Ignore the hardships of our ancestors
No one is qualified.
Insult the land where we were born.
I heard that the poet is very tired.
A poet killed his lover.
Another poet split his birthday.
Great singers also split water with their lives.
This autumn, I was meditating.
Is the moment eternal?
20 12 is just an idiot's dream.
Choosing to be strong is our only chance.
An argument about the island.
And burned gardens.
This is not just a national tragedy.
History is engraved on an old French man forever.
This should be eternal.
All moments will awaken people's conscience.
Don't be afraid of violence and madness.
No matter how long winter is, it is not the real four seasons.