A "goodbye"
Dew on bamboo leaves is incomparable to the swing of cool wind. Desolate slide, every wave, a treasure. There is infinite sadness in every wave, and there is a blessing in that wave. Every time you wave, you say take care. Every time I wave, I feel reluctant to leave my sadness, and there is a sweet expectation in that treasure. Goodbye, when shall we meet again?
Second, "parting"
Light ink laughs, flowers fade away and sing. A prime minister's song of thinking, singing sadness. The ink laughs at the years, and the dead flowers and leaves are full of frost. Smiling lightly, I let out a tear, a song saying goodbye to others. Two lines of lovesick tears, recalling the fleeting time. Parting from sorrow, laughing like ink. Writing beautiful memories, sighing like fog. Lost in the past joys and sorrows, light ink smile. Flowers fade and sing acacia, and sad songs end. I missed two lines, but I wish you the best.
Third, "parting"
The light, with laughter, slowly reflected on the wall. Dark tentacles, inadvertently. I have climbed up my window, and the city lights are bright and soft, just like my mother's eyes. Warm and kind, but his eyes are astringent. Tears, right? Let it flow quietly. The deception of lies in the dream was broken. Carefully put together fairy tales, lights and darkness. Even the parting disappeared, and the night wind blew thick black clouds. Let me drink it quickly. The Moon in the Glass ...
Fourth, "direction"
I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and then disappears in the blink of an eye. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It doesn't matter if you remember, but you forgot the light released in this meeting.