Half-time passed quickly and the score was far ahead.
Rest and drink sweet spring, the smile on the face of youth is hard to hide.
Don't you see, since ancient times, pride goes before a fall, leaving behind empty regrets and hatred.
Tired eyes are silent every day, speechless and cold in the wind.
Suddenly I heard cheers from the opposite side, full of bitterness and more gloom.
The winter wind is so heartless that it blows my soul.
At that time, he was brave and skillful.
Between talking and laughing, I was scared.
Naive and natural, dribbling breakthrough and projection.
There are many fans flowing, and the flower arrangement changes direction.
Two steps by one, regal is unstoppable.
Riding a horse, I bent my bow into the sky and fell into a hollow basket with a smile.
Who can be crazy if I'm not frivolous?