Send an unpleasant message.
On this day, it is going to rain.
look into the sky
The track is very shallow.
It has been raining in my hometown.
The wind, a paper banner blowing through the grave.
Still blowing a happy sea and crowded thoughts.
What fell on the road was the footprint of a broken soul.
There is no rain in Liangshan Muli.
There are sad tears all over the floor.
Mother's tears merged into a river.
And annihilate wild mountain fires by running water.
April full of sadness
Silence is the only expression.
Facing the mountains, please speak softly.
Don't wake my father who has a bad sleep.
Don't awaken those young souls in the Woods.