Edison Chen. I don't like you.
Where does spring come back? Lonely, no road.
You're right. Hu Q ǔ Gulai Tang Zhu.
If anyone knows where spring went. Call back and live together.
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken on the Riverside. Q ǔ Juan Lee.
There is no breath of spring. Unless you ask an oriole.
This is a good example.
Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.