One day is gone, think of as crazy.
The wine into the feeling of sadness, into tears.
The independent, micro forever.
Waiting is the first old life.
Si Junru River, where Youqiong at.
Into my Acacia door, know I love bitter.
Work from home, sad to die.
Love is as deep as the sea, the old days as well.
Heart like double screen, there are thousands of nodes.
Loving husband and wife, conjugal love two suspected.