About you, me, his essays and poems.

I'd like to add something to the upstairs:

I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I won't miss it (this song is all about it).

I want to learn the ancient style, and kill one person in ten steps.

I miss your heart like a river, and when the east flows endlessly day and night,

I won't be buried next year.