Lonely stars tonight.
Do you want me to drive you,
Send you an autumn moon aftertaste?
Look at your rags,
Dirt will stick,
Hiding in the corner and not looking at me,
Dare not say hello to me,
Sir!
I sent you the story of Baiyun,
Hello,
Words.
But you have to wait for deep sentences,
Ripple up your ups and downs heart.
So, in this way,
Suppose I walk back with you,
* * * A reed boat.
Written on your sentimental cheek,
Write a moon full of love.
And so on,
Entrust you with everything you want to see,
All the boundless emptiness,
All the ripples that gradually emerge.
Give you a chance to sneak away,
For understandable reasons,
I told my flowers,
All the stories.
Hello, word ...