if you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.
Even if you don't know when you meet,
your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamed of returning home suddenly.
Xiao Xuan window is dressing.
caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.
It's expected to be heartbroken every year.
On the moonlit night, Matsuoka is short.