1. Frost, wind, snow and rain, bitterness and joy go hand in hand. All the looks, all the longings, all the love and hate, all the past, the title page of life is filled with dense desires, and the red paper of the years is filled with light and shallow piety. All the tossing and turning, all the rushing, is it just to listen to a kind of touching, and what is picked up is not a kind of mood.

2. I like to immerse myself in sadness for a long time, forget the fireworks of the world, and only wish to repeatedly recall the desolation you left behind; I like the thick night without any light, because then the tears don’t have to be hidden; I like the ruthless indifference, so that I have enough enthusiasm to face more sadness.

3. Some people wander here, some people watch here, or look for a returnee who can go hand in hand with the sunset in the smoke and dust, or cherish a long and boundless journey that has been halfway through and turned back.

4. The fate that follows one's heart, the hope that follows one's thoughts, even if it cannot withstand the flow of worldly affairs, if all kinds of companionship and thoughts have not exchanged for a period of time under the moon and in front of flowers, in this life, you and I can have a spiritual handshake, why fear the replacement of the flow of time in the future? When we meet, we smile, and our hearts are silent. We know each other with one thought, why sigh that the world is far away.

5. There is no reason, God's will makes me so close to you, but, but your brilliant smile is always hidden on the willow leaves in March, I can't touch it, your pure and colorful light steps, stepping through my only blue tenderness, without you, my tenderness is rootless and helpless.