There is a modern antique talk about wood, signature, screen name, diary, sad, not written by ancient poets, thank you.

The vows I made have long since faded. Who is still holding a lantern in front of the door and expecting me to return them?

a clever pen is hard to write, and a sad paper, a pale oath, can't resist the forgetting of years after all.

whose love for life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face, which is a thousand years.

I shed a thousand years' blood and tears for you, and I will leave the world for you and fly away.

whose fingers are flowing with your delicate face?

without the flowers before and after the moon, how can we miss the world today?

Looking at your smiling face in front of me, my tears still filled the whole winter. After I turned around, I could never find the lost promise.

who buried a lifetime promise at your grave?

who will accompany me to return to the field to take off my armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, and who will be responsible for my youth?

who is looking for the face remembered in the past life in the vast world of broken wind and rain?

who turned the burnt-out elegance into the flower on the other side?

The sun will still rise tomorrow. Can we meet at the corner?

when tears turn into rain, whose vows can be repeated at that moment?

I hate the morning flowers and hate the autumn, but when I get drunk, I just fall to the ground and worry. Sad sentence

You are in the south and I am in the north. Who said: the moon is full of rain and shine, and the flowers are full of flowers?

What withers is the beauty of flowers, what falls is broken tears, and what is hard to redeem is the sin of past lives.

for whom do you devote your life, and for whom do you carve the Millennium waiting into an eternity?

The promise of three lives and seven lives is only for a memorial to a once-met.

who will lead me on the red line of the lunar new year?

I'll be miserable all my life, and I'll make you happy all your life.

Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.

who caresses my hair and owes me a lifetime price?

The years are over, and Rong Jia is stained with blood. Who can reign for you?

the whole country fell, and for whom did you overthrow the world? A sad sentence with beautiful ancient style

Why can I still see your face when the wind and sand are full of already soaked eyes?

Give you the tenderness of the whole city, and love my half-life displacement.

a person's one-way journey, a person's dusk, a person's youth.

At that unforgettable promise, who urged the rain at that moment?

when you are drunk, you know that your dreams are empty when you wake up. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither.

after thousands of years of waiting, I only got one sentence: my love is long gone.