A poem describing desolation: white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Free sentence
1, a person's best time is a free time. The best days of life are unrestrained years. How many people have lost themselves in glitz. One day, you will know that the years you wasted are the most unforgettable.
2. A person can be himself only when he is alone. Whoever doesn't love solitude doesn't love freedom, because a person is truly free only when he is alone.