The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul can't bear to look back. When you wake up, you can't get rid of the past. It's also empty, it's also real, and it's also a mixture of love and hate,

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul can't bear to look back. When you wake up, you can't get rid of the past. It's also empty, it's also real, and it's also a mixture of love and hate, and the fallen leaves hurt themselves silently. Use Li Shangyin's Untitled to express it.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .