I grew up silently, with a hundred-year dream, just to stop and stare at me for a moment for you. The beautiful lilac tree turned into a butterfly, falling freely in the cold morning.
Xia yinzhi
Don't surround me with your enthusiasm. In your burning eyes, I have nowhere to run. Why should I run away? Let me melt into a wisp of smoke. Fortunately, your head lingered for a long time. Don't use your wild hug. I have been mired in your hurricane hug. How do you know that I am willing to fall into a residual load and sleep soundly on your silent chest?
melancholy autumn thoughts
After May, my thoughts are still growing through the shade, and summer is getting more and more melancholy. Autumn water is the lonely watch of Iraqis. Don't look back, don't look back and be sad.
The soul of winter
I am a happy spirit, dancing freely between heaven and earth, inadvertently awakening your lonely soul and falling into your warm palm, so I was smashed to pieces just to wet your thirsty lips.