A sad poem about people going to empty buildings.

& lt& lt The waves are far away from the beach.

It's raining outside the window,

My mood is like smoke.

It's sweet to meet someone you don't know.

Since ancient times, I have always had feelings and hates.

Acacia is boundless.

Don't say anything easily,

Who is the heart?

Who pities when flowers bloom and fall?

People go to the building and feel nothing.

Year after year.

& lt& lt & gt

Spring flowers wither, autumn wind sends cool,

Too hasty.

I have no choice but to meet in the evening, and my heart is broken.

Acacia tears,

Infatuation,

A few people try it.

What Tao envies is not a fairy couple, but a mandarin duck.