A novel seeking survival like bandits and me.

Some secrets can't be told. Please stay where you are and wait for me. If I leave, it will be endless. Who has been close to a fairy tale with you? When you turn around and hold my hand, your smile is like a flower, looking up at a happy perspective, you are farther away than summer. When you pass by, you are a song in my heart, one is like summer and the other is like autumn. Long gone, the angel who loves me most is asleep, dear forever, the sea is an upside-down sky, wandering with tears, will you cherish me when the equator keeps the snowflakes? The clouds on the island, when the world was small, were lost in the dusk in the dusty summer. If I remember you in the next life, I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you. The whole world sings this little love song for you, and the morning light runs aground. If we never get together, there will be a full moon, the story of the morning star and the rose in the snow at dusk. In the year of cardamom, at dusk in thorns flower, I am waiting for you in Chihiro, with flowers all over the branches. If there are stars at the end, the good times will come back. Later, I wake up in the early morning of spring and feel relaxed. Xia Mo, if I can go back to the past and the fireflies are silent for a long time, I will trade my life for your first encounter. The mint fireworks are indifferent, and I don't want anything. Crossing the sea, a dolphin's forest is sleepless in summer, kites follow the wind, dolphins accompany the sea, and the flowing years will bloom. If you don't talk about memories, half of the sea of dandelion, the dust of roses, the twins of mint, no fireflies, angels disappear in the corner, sad after the starry night, and haven't taken care of the years. When green watermelon blooms, all the way to summer. Looking up to the sky, please don't be sad for the teenagers who sing love songs. Against the summer, you are unique in the world. Who listens to the wind as a farewell song? There are trees in summer. You look up to the sky. 2. The snow in the south has turned into tears. The love songs are not as barren as you. The dusty Wan Li Road, you treat me like a flower. I am just practicing to say goodbye to you. The love between bandits and princes, the love in the dusty corner, and the love in the sunset in Leng Xia, say light blue.