The heart does not change, and the gourd painting gourd ladle turns to dust. If you look at that poem affectionately, there will be one more person in your heart.
Worship Christmas Eve.
The cold rain is as long as silk. What has hurt my heart over the years? Affectionate is Christmas Eve, in order to find traces of entering the church.
Waiting for the bus on the way from church to dormitory on Christmas Eve.
Clouds cover the evening star, and the quiet night is looming. I have a crush on the Iraqi people, so I can't stop.
There are two songs on Christmas Eve.