Lonely poems in groups

Ruthlessness is not sentimentality and bitterness,

One inch or a thousand strands.

When the end of the earth is poor,

Only lovesickness is endless.

Ten years of life and death,

Never think, never forget. .

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

The face is dusty and the temples are like frost.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the annual sad place,

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.