Blowed by a typhoon on the weekend
The storm was ruthless
Leaving a mess
The temperature was suitable
Sitting alone I cultivate my character in the courtyard
I never tire of it
Rotten leaves
Shouldn’t be ravaged by the mud
What right do you have to sigh
p>
I have never shouted
I am tired of hesitation
It is an excuse to live alone
Public opinion has too much nonsense
Black and white Regardless
Play as you wish
Symbol of tackiness
Never get rid of bad taste
Only worthy of being thrown into the recycling bin
< p> Body shaking and unstableAbout to fall
Already smelling danger
Lame trick
Haven’t written the script yet< /p>
It’s already doomed to a sad ending
Tighten your nerves
Sharp and ready to explode
As if you want to penetrate the blank state
< p> The person in the mirror is in a dazeGuarding the last blind lie
Hiding and joy
It doesn’t matter whether it is perfect or not
Only cares about the present< /p>
Sober and bright two lines
Low-level things cannot be understood
Pretentious
Will evaporate in self-righteousness