The scars left by the feeling of galloping through the four seasons
Sow the seeds of emotion in spring.
Enjoy the romantic flowers flying in early summer.
All the way to autumn
Then bury it with winter snow.
but I ...
It is the original servant of this soul.
Always feel the same with your heart.
I can't stop my inner enthusiasm.
Write the difference between lips one by one.
Washed dusk
Spring is so clever.
It's raining.
Let miss the cycle.
So it is bright in the loneliness of light and shadow.
In summer, people become bloated.
Smart is the sound of birds.
Or is the fog getting thicker and thicker?
Can only be seen in the chaos.
The clarity of the sea
Charming green fields
Walking in the sun with a bad temper
They can't feel it.
Someone's enthusiasm
See through by greed
A lake like a mirror
Need a sense of calm.
Destroy lonely maturity
Autumn has a heavy trust.
The ground is full of dream wealth.
Carrying the glory of old dreams
What is lagging behind is that
Cruel reality.
We pray for truth.
But they often live in real wealth.
It's an immature bondage.
Finally see clearly.
What is courage?
In winter,
There's always a hoarse moan.
Hao Han Byrd kept crying.
Those who are given
Fairy tale civilization
Buried by snow.
Four seasons on the edge
No more cheap crying
The winter snow flying all over the sky still retains that reserve.
Its cry
And revealed a fresh four seasons.