How did a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass, and the sun was carefully full of flowers. These were my hopes in my previous life. When you approach, please ...
2. "To the Oak Tree" If I love you, I will never show off myself with your tall branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat simple songs for the shade;