Half crazy and half idle
The twilight of the plains, the
wind is like a complaint, the
cold stars are counting, and the
sound of Xiao is the same.
Plugging the lonely cloud for a thousand years,
where do you want to go?
After a few degrees of flowers, the
water is difficult to overcome, and
I am in a dream, and I don't know the
way back.
Hate nothing?
Remorse?
I know my soul, and
I live up to my infatuation.
This book is a love-hate relationship between a beauty in the ice.