You fell into the milky way, but you didn't know it was hard to meet in the world.

In this life, the vast sea of people, floating clouds and sunset, will eventually go home.

I still like you very much, like the sunset is not as good as the bottom of the sea, and it's as bad as Wan Li.

Small dust is good for mountains and seas. Fireflies burn out, and the sun shines.

The sunset belongs to the mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas hide deep meaning.

May you ride on Qingyun Road, not against the wind.

I squinted at a glass of wine and said that I would concentrate on the world.

The sky is full of stars, and the long road is full of lights.

The whole world is singing peach blossoms, and I don't know how to shine until I see you.

You won't forget the moonlight after thousands of waters in Qian Shan.

Ting Yun looked at the twinkling stars in the sky and whispered to the bright moon.

The gentleness in the world is like a clean cloud and you.

While I was waiting for the March warbler, the cave became a story of poetry.

The word teenager should be repelled by mediocrity.

He is gentle, far more than moonlight, far more than breeze.

Listening to the person you like say good night, just like the stars falling in the sky falling into sleep, just shining for me.

I want to change the daily tenderness and the moon into a beam of light, and finally turn it into a galaxy for you.

You have to reach mountains, rivers, lakes and oceans, and put every frame of stars along the way into a bag full of stupid dreams.

Shan Ye, you are my romance hidden in the stars.

There are countless gentle planets hidden for you in my universe.

Boil the stars into syrup, dip them in your good night, and then eat them big.

Galaxy convenience store is selling planets. I bought a meteor with all my romance. I shot it into your eyes when you were lying in a daze at night. Starlight Glimmer, I sank into the ocean in your heart, surrounded by fish. I looked into your heart and saw the sun.

Watching the snowy moon, listening to the wind and thunder, eating sweet and sour, feeling cool, together with the gentle writing sound, hidden in the envelope, quietly handed it to your hands on a beautiful moonlight night.

How many eventful years I have gone through are not as ups and downs as your low eyebrows and half eyes.

I have seen Xia Feng in spring, fallen leaves in autumn and snow in winter. I have traveled all over the mountains, but Cangshan is not as beautiful as you this spring and autumn.

May there be trees here, and the stars are like you last night.

I saw your eyebrows for the first time, like the warm spring breeze blowing in the cold winter.