Rou was drunk for a quiet night.
You, walk on by, my time.
Amazing 3000-degree water-like "softness"
Dance your heart in the moonlight
Rhythm and pen and ink extend in that line of text.
That year, tenderness came late in the flowers.
At that moment, I missed you in my dream.
When the wind, flowers, snow and moon flood.
Quietly listening to the heartbeat of the distant clouds.
On the road you have traveled many times.
Listening to the past haunts the window.
Look at the time of climbing the treetops.
Those thoughts with a touch of lavender
I will never forget that photo again.
The wind of the years is so gentle.
Walk shallowly in the dull time.
Let the distance between the ends of the earth be no longer far away.
In retrospect, everything is still with me.
Especially a touch of obsession in flowers and thin shadows.
A series of dreams
Accustomed to hiding everything in silence.
Let the depths of time bloom with fragrance.
Don't ask, how far is the end of time
Don't think about how long it will last forever.
In the end, it will be agarwood in distant times.
The dignified affection in the book will always make the corner of the moon thinner.
Entrust beauty to the rhythm of words
How nice this is.
A heart and a heart match each other.
A soul overlaps with a soul
Wandering became going home.
Break and become complete.