1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.
3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
4, the original grass, the first dawn. The old habitat and the new city are lovers. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.