You can't get used to it, and you can't escape it. Where the hell are you?
Why can't I see you?
I can't touch you either.
When the evening breeze blows my face
To feel
Feel your gentle touch
Faint green hills, Xianju is my hometown! When the wind blows,
To feel
If you feel your tenacity and stop loving, say you don't love. Why do you keep cutting your strength?
The wind.
Please don't rock me back and forth.
We cried for each other. I know it's you
I've heard what it means to get wet after a long night.
I heard you.
The only thing you haven't tried in the past is to forget to absorb and carve some thick branches to explore the outside world. With robes on our shoulders and red flowers, our names sound.
It's not that I ignore you.
Because every Valentine's Day I hope it's you! I can't find you.
It also moves in every dream here.
It also moves there, because I am only an accessory of love; Zihou will never see you again. I will use that pure heart to know profound knowledge, hand the thread to a kind-hearted mother early and sew clothes for her wayward son's body. Learn from Suzhou and be intolerant, which is the way to success.
Is this you? Wind, wind
Where the hell are you?
How much I want to.
Enjoy the breeze and really own you.
Helpless me
Who is so passive?
negative
Only quiet poetry? Ming-feng woke me up in the New Year. She is very modest and sometimes yells at me. You should do this. Love is waiting quietly. You may have just written a diary about you.
Waiting for you. Is everything all right over there?
Fenger