The end of the world
There are few people on the road to the end of the world
The lilac leaves are curling the hair
The sun above the workshop is weak
The reflection is like a group of lush clouds
The dormancy in the square circle has no end
The yearning at the beginning of the year is turned to the end
Notes on Buddhist sayings on the couch
Raise your arms and call out the flying swordsmanship
Lie restlessly, haunted by butterflies
The stranger in the next room quietly leaves
The clean package has been hidden for three years Soft time
The sky outside the window is vivid