two names, an invitation
The childhood is staggered on the wicker
Take advantage of the spring breeze to go to a marriage season.
I have no time to think about the unknown wind, frost, rain and snow.
As time goes by, home is a harbor for men.
A woman is like a naked fish,
moored in a small river beach full of sharp stones.
Labor is like a sword, chopping up trivialities and injuries
and throwing them to the shore.
Love seems to be a beautiful tropical fish.
It is always kept in a neighbor's aquarium.
Loneliness, like water, drowned my unrequited love.
Time is like a song, and sadness is my inescapable andante.
As time goes by, the ends of my hair wet with tears are stained with vicissitudes.
A weak woman becomes stronger and stronger.
She no longer needs your arms, and
she doesn't have the tenderness you want.
Your soul and I
are two deserts on the horizon. Cang Lang
will always escape in their respective kingdoms.
A woman carries a net of life.
She has weathered the wind and frost, but she chooses to smell alone.
"The wind comes to the valley and scatters its fragrance, even if no one is there."
men's emotional space,
women are like smoke,
they stay empty for a lifetime.