At dawn, my heart ached, but I was ashamed, and I couldn't help falling out of the flowers and being colorful. Fragrance and sadness solidified. This is a word with a title: Dimfragrance.
Intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers and plants, I stepped into the bushes and didn't meet the New Year. Fish and geese stopped over the wall twice, and it was dusk in spring.
There is nowhere to tell in the dream, I want to be lonely and helpless. Still in a word, the topic: wet feelings.
Silent night alone in Leng Yue frost, thoughts have drifted. Cicada calls for more love, in the southeast corner of Fly with Me. At this time, I couldn't stop crying, my heart and soul were destroyed, and my thoughts were defeated. Morning and evening are soul mates, thinking only about spring and autumn. A poem: Title: Thinking in Quiet Night
When will sadness break your heart? Ruthless and considerate, parting is messy. But this scar feels like a fog. Smell the heart away, tears constantly, where to find wet tears?
Is it difficult to dissolve by the pool? Things are different until the sunset returns to my hometown. Love is like a dream, Leng Yue pillow. Know each other and hate the night. If you don't know your heart, how can you meet the east wind? One word, epigraph name: a bunch of flowers. Title: Looking for wet tears.