In the bend of the river, a man in black is eating meat.
Drinking wine, writing about the past of cumulonimbus clouds on the water.
Old chair, the water flows eastward, and the waves roll up a little bleak.
A little lonely, a little blue flower.
Blown by the wind
In the afternoon facial makeup, willow leaves hang over my shoulders, my brother.
prevent
The ripples of the river can't stop the sun from stopping on his face.
The storm is too strong, the shower is too urgent and the road is too dangerous. I turned around a thousand times and I couldn't see you. I stood a thousand times to tell you to catch up quickly.
When it's calm,
Suddenly found you waiting in front.
My brother walked all his life.