Ten years of life and death, forget without thinking. I have nothing to say. Even if I meet you, I should not know it. My face is dusty and my temples are frosty.
I suddenly dreamed of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is being dressed. I care about each other silently, but there are only a thousand tears. It is expected that the heart will be broken every year: moonlit night, dwarf Songshan.
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop.