Mo Tao is not fascinating, and the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
People will not regret it when their clothes become wider and wider, and they will be haggard because of Iraq.
I hope your heart is like mine, and you will certainly live up to my yearning.
You will know that I am lovesick, but I am lovesick, and I am lovesick.
There is nowhere to talk about a lonely grave.
There are infinite blue hands in the world, and a sad picture can't be drawn.
Beasts are filled with water and smoke, and flowers are scattered in a green marsh, and they are written into the story of lovesickness one by one.
It seems that this star was not last night, but for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end and while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
I am sad, so I don't know that I am sad. < p At this time, the night is embarrassing.
It's not heavy to say nothing, and it's hard to bear the burden of leaving sorrow.
Looking for it, it's cold and desolate, and it's sad and sad. When it's warm and cold at first, it's most difficult to rest.
Remembering you is like a western river, and it flows east day and night without rest.