Thorn vine cast to the sky
That cemetery, at a loss as we
Dead and not dead, and are looking for an epiphany
A moonlight on the grass
Simple
We have laid down his life loved, really
An attempted suicide grenade can attest:
One morning to cheer the
Night fell into the sea roared the sun can attest
What we can prove yourself?
Walking, singing, and a tie to prove?
We have loved, because we have repeatedly died
In a long time the city had not been gentle
Earth tied on the tracks after whipping
Side of the canyon
As for those flowers
They have been molded into the one up high and smile
If the cemetery come from, you will remember many things
Many monument
Many names
Many in the mud, holding hands
Many face
Many faces of the mimosa
Raising dust obscured line of sight
To enable us to identify
Dangling on the cliffs of the soul who is who
You did give out the cemetery
Out from the stranger's pupil
Filled with a number of expectations, a number of interlinked precocious
I do not know where
Where to tears
Qingming next
水酒 lavished with flowers where the prime
Perhaps you have forgotten so many things which
Many kite in the sky many
Rut in the ground many many
If you come back from the grave