Say what you can't say, what you are afraid of. Believe me, I won't cry. I won't be sad. Who can make it clear?

It might as well be my fault. Believe me, I don't care what I dare to do. Even if you leave, even if my heart falls from the sixteenth floor, I won't be sad. Don't underestimate what I have to endure, but I can't stand it. Singing sad songs is a little shaky, much better than you. I am still very happy. Don't underestimate what I have to put up with, but who says I can't drink? I drink more than anyone else. The road is a little bumpy (diānbǒ), which is much better than you. I'm still happy to do what I can't bear to be afraid of. Believe me, I don't care. Even if my heart falls from the sixteenth floor, I won't be sad. Don't underestimate what I can't live. Singing sad songs is a little shaky, much better than you. I am still happy. I won't be sad. Don't underestimate what I have. Who says I can't drink? I drink more than anyone else. I walk a little bumpy (diānbǒ) much better than you. I am still very happy, and I will not be sad. Don't underestimate what I have to endure. Even if I sing a sad song in a trembling voice and sing much better than you, I am very happy. Don't underestimate what I have to endure. I am still very happy, because I can't burn your letter, forget your favorite song and tie my eyes.

Shell wind chimes

White clouds hung in the blue sky, and shells slept lazily in the arms of the waves. Every time I see you at the seaside, I feel nervous, just like the wind chimes on the windowsill being blown around by the wind. Wind chimes. Every wind chime. Every wind chime is hidden behind the curtain. Every wind chime ring is watching you. Wind chimes ring, every wind chime ring, every wind chime ring is a little green and uneasy. Wind chimes. Not every wind chime ring. I left in a hurry, and occasionally I saw your casual eyes. My heart will stumble like a naughty deer, and finally I find a string of shell wind chimes hanging on the wall. From that day on, I never heard your gentle singing again. Wind chimes ring, every wind chime ring, every wind chime ring beats my heart. Wind chimes ring, every wind chime ring, I miss your face (deer bumping), every wind chime ring, every wind chime ring can't stop wandering (so wandering), every wind chime ring, every wind chime ring, transparent melancholy, your smile, your smile is still in my heart, my heart, my heart, where is my heart?

Pig excrement tofu pudding is blooming again.

Petals blown by the wind are flying under the eaves. You said you liked red flowers. When the wind blows, the mountains are red, but no bright colors can be seen. The missing flowers are blooming quietly on the cliff. Your smile, your love, black and white, I dreamed of you at that moment. You said you missed me. There is still a long way to go. You must be strong. Croissants are as red as your face. I will send you a bunch of croissants with endless thoughts. You will open your eyes again. At present, the sound of Qiang flute echoed in the distant horizon, one after another, silently missing the cliff. Your smile, your love and black and white dreamed of you at that moment. You said you missed me, and there is still a long way to go. Be strong. The sound of the Qiang flute echoes in the distant horizon, and the sound of the Qiang flute echoes in the distant horizon.