Peace
The night is not very real, just like the ever-changing things in life,
Every soul begins life as a stranger to itself,
< p>A heart learns to perceive.Love is like a poem, recited to the senses in the most beautiful voice.
It never stops, making people feel that it is illusory but not illusory.
It is not very real. of truth.
My name, the first finger of lovesickness,
A life, many stories of joys and sorrows,
the first time, a lifetime.
If a person is infatuated, his heart will easily ache and he will compare the gains and losses.
Loss often becomes reality, and cruelty always becomes reality.
It makes people confused and yearning for each other. .
When the soul is dim, the world of white and black is night.
The heart is love, the color of white; the heart is lost
Black It will swallow everything up.
Love is like two poles, both day and night have the essence of night.
Life and death, gains and losses are beyond our reach.
In reincarnation, love persists.