In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the dead
The window is sparse and shadow
There are dreams, flowers, wind, rain...
So comfortable that makes people feel heart-warming
Lightly gather slowly and twist a ray of sunshine Listen to you calling in the distance
I am an infatuated woman
Skillfully splash ink, precipitating the rhythm of the tones
Freehand , elegant and charming
I am a lovely woman
cleverly splashing ink, precipitating the rhythm of the tones
Freehand , elegant and charming
Love is a word with deep love and shallow relationship
shuttle melancholy
blooms between my eyebrows, conveying a meaning that will sound
Thoughts and scenery lingering
I came here gently in my snow dress, but I couldn't find your poetry
Floating in the wind like water, caressing the strings and remembering the beauty
The heart has thousands of knots
Follow you to the end of the world, be your shadow
Only drunk lovesickness Wine
Snap a wisp of breeze to bring innocence into
A graceful word
Gentle and elegant into a state, the faint fragrance lingers
Is it like me, I am melancholy in a dream of a thousand years
Let my own clear and bright
Through the flowing season, the soft and tender
Is it impossible to Let go
I believe that longing is winged
Joys and sorrows are in the horizon,
It is a myth, love hurts, it is the highest realm of love
My loneliness is so beautiful
Every charming in your poem
No dust
And willingly becomes a red bean
Enter the painting and dream
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-