Qu: Under Mount Fuji.
Word: barnyard grass
Later: suddenly
Poster: Fauchelevent
Sing: bucai
Meet again underground in Kutan, holding a scar in your hand.
Vincent asked the stranger, are you afraid?
Speaking of which, I have nothing to worry about.
Inevitably lonely enough to take the liberty of talking to someone.
Death is nothing but a willow bud.
Don't wear your skirt to accompany me in the weathered years.
Why are the long and short string scissors always long?
Still lingering vows make Cycas blossom.
Because of one person's stupidity, I failed to live up to the gloom of the world.
These words linger between lips and teeth.
In the seventh year, the wind and frost destroyed the heart with tears.
Water the withered branches in winter with blood.
The most difficult thing about that rare relationship is to go out and let go.
Flying to the ground did not escape from the tarsal torture cangue.
I drank another bowl of soup and another bowl of tea. I forgot my memories of Sichuan and spilled them in the sand.
Still refused to domesticate, and drove first frost away overnight.
What's the past? Let bygones be bygones. Let bygones be bygones. Let bygones be bygones.
I found an ignorant opportunity when I was busy.
I can't pick the spring flowers and autumn clouds.
Maybe a boom year will be invented for no reason.
Old Shanghai Street Kissing Kowloon Pier
After 70 years, it's hard to remember the dream of floating life.
There are only a few inches in the starry sky on a summer night. It seems that his eyebrows are moving.
Touch my barren soul for a moment.
Generously gave his life, failed to live up to the splendor of the world.
Use the gladiator's arm as a chariot against the great wheel of the times.
Burned stars can't push open the door left unlocked.
In spring, I slipped on the ice and fell into the mud and dust underground.
I want to shout at the top of my lungs at this era.
When the light goes out, the language is lost at the root of the tongue.
If he is lucky, he also heard that Chaos has collapsed in a wheelchair.
I am still waiting with stubborn enthusiasm to see the vegetation grow deeper.
Generously gave his life, failed to live up to the splendor of the world.
Use the gladiator's arm as a chariot against the great wheel of the times.
Burned stars can't push open the door left unlocked.
In spring, I slipped on the ice and fell into the mud and dust underground.
I want to shout at the top of my lungs at this era.
When the light goes out, the language is lost at the root of the tongue.
If he is lucky, he also heard that Chaos has collapsed in a wheelchair.
I am still waiting with stubborn enthusiasm to see the vegetation grow deeper.
Just now, you kissed the scar on my palm with tears, but it looks a bit like him.