Spring, frost hatching green, greened the sad season. The fall of winter flowers, smile and exit. Who will pick up? That one fall is injured?
Summer, green in the green, sounded the inert and clear salad. The rotten spring flowers, nostalgic, who will pick up? That one fall is injured?
Autumn, the fallen leaves of the phenquence have fallen into the heart of the heart. Xinshi summer flowers, wipe it with tears, who will pick up? That one fall is injured?
Winter, Ye Zhongshui white snow, the end of the darkness. Desolate autumn flowers, silent and exhausted, who will pick up? That piece of fall injury?
The wind coil is landed on the ground. No one will find that it is still the fragrance, no one will be observed, it still stays. Who will pick up, the fall of the fall of the fell ...
