The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
-"Long Songs"
Yesterday is yesterday, how nice yesterday is! I am very annoyed today. The world regrets yesterday, but does not feel that today has passed. Water flows every day, and less time is spent in the sunset. Today's career is successful, don't wait until tomorrow to regret today.
-"Poems of Yesterday"
Without the past, I gradually became more and more withdrawn.
Accustomed to a person's loneliness, I don't know what happiness is.
Accustomed to staying in my corner for a long time, I can only ignore the flash in front of me.
I will destroy you sooner or later.
Those pains drifted away with the wind and disappeared in the tail of youth.
Time is passing, but what is stable is my big head, and my friends show their front teeth.
In my heart, there is a map that leads to you. All roads lead to you, but you don't know.
Love is a bullet of loneliness. It passes through a soft chest and remains lonely.
Wash my heart, wash my sins.
People who help you are not necessarily friends, and friends do not necessarily help you.
Always need some warmth. Even a little self-righteous commemoration
A short moment, a long forever.
It belongs to anyone who should. There is no need to pretend.
I don't understand whether you look down on me or dare not face your feelings.
Secret love is a perfect pantomime, once spoken, it becomes a tragedy.
It belongs to anyone who should. There is no need to pretend.