If reason is not necessarily sincere and death is not necessarily enthusiastic, then I don't need it. It is still the death penalty after waking up, so I can escape from prison, so I can be bloom in a fragile dream, washed crystal clear by my thoughts. The gods put away their white wings and smiled cautiously, feeling dejected and their feathers were covered with dust. The power of spring breeze is infinite, and it has been blowing proudly all day. Doors and windows creaked and entered the room along the gap. Catkin bloomed with laughter in the wind, branches swayed excitedly, branches danced in the wind and kissed the girls' pink cheeks. When the peach blossoms opened in March, the beauties were too weak to resist the cold, and they all fell to the grass, just waiting for the rain to cover the yellow sand all over the sky. "