Expectation has degenerated into waiting, and I say goodbye suddenly.
When tears are outlined as regrets, memories boast of sadness and water loss, which is a metaphor for the flight of time.
Finally, we are no longer crazy about life and love.
However, midsummer on the other side of youth is brighter every day.
A Xin: Then what? Let's go together. )
Who says my only autobiography in my life can't be like a poem?
No matter how far away, the future is still brilliant.
Let the sky explain the blue sky and define whiteness.
Falling flowers spread out the red carpet to welcome us to a beautiful unfinished future.