Hold the hand of fate
* * * With the sadness of falling pears
The tenderness of hiding under the moon
Gradually, Qiyu cried away.
The moment of falling white
Don't want to get wet by the rain.
Enter the reef of the world safely.
This is a mourning for separation.
Xin Ran ran and climbed out of the tree.
Green smile
Glory after the storm
The steadiness of rain
The melancholy of flowers
There is another hope.
Smile when pears fall.