I still like your Tibetan poems.

Is right or wrong really that important?

I wonder if you know. ...

I love you at first, I love you. ...

I don't want to lose us,

There are memories that have been killed by time.

Love it or not,

It's really annoying

You-still.

Complain about wine and worry

I don't know who is hurt.

Stand up and ask by the railing

I think in vain.

Go home and stay in your room.

Ai Xiangyu Rao Liang

The belt of this dress gradually widens.

Where are you going?

If that is true, I wish you all get married. It's hard to love someone. . . .