Old man
Human growth
Years lost
When faced
The initial memory is like spring
Perfect embodiment of light and shadow
Is it gray and bright or an inexhaustible remorse?
All everything can only know if you can understand
child
A person's birth
Is it accidentally still inevitable?
All existence is inevitable
But who dares to guarantee "we" is "existent"
Child is pure angel
Heart guidance
Perfect
But also left the vows of love
Memory of a lifetime
Leave only the initial vow
In the woods
A shortcoming
Don't be eternal
People in love
I still remember the woods of the strawberry.
Young is very good
Write a movement of Acacia in the diary
Dancing
I hope this moment is eternal.
The candle on the Christmas tree is out
The children's parade is also over
But the lamp has not yet destroyed
Yes it is
The lamp has not yet destroyed
But people have already left
Come back home
Can you change everything?
Yes it is
At least some people have changed
The red ramp became a Canary
The diaphragm is constantly expanding
Lily and poem are synonymous with blush
Ben is still returning to the master
Also here to leave the moment
Cute figure disappeared again
Two years later
Do you have changed?
A letter
A wedding
not him
It's him
Yincong Lake
Yincong Lake
Lake in the dream
But now appears in front of you
An unexpected
An unexpected
The pain in my heart is much higher than the flesh.
A question and one answer
Strange man's way
But who cares about it?
Heartache is unmatched
Rainstorm can't extinguish the flame in your heart
Do not
Perhaps it is the unchanging ice of the heart.
Beloved
Where are you in your heart?
Only the power of the sun will disperse endless darkness
My mother made a master
I am standing on the mountain
Looking at the deep valley ...
Shepherd bells
My mother made a master
How unwilling me?
what do I do
I hope that all this has not happened.
I hope this is just a dream.
Water lily is not far away
Fear is full of heart
I will last after all.
Elizabeth
It's not a season of strawberries.
Although the woods are still
Shi Nanhua is already withered
It seems that you are disappearing
Bright eyes of tears
In the year of recalling the lost
Years no trace
No trace
Death, death
I will go alone.
Ancient tune
Current mood now
Outside the world bath in the fresh morning light
People will not come back
People don't die
Heart is dead
Outside the world is vast
Heart is eternal imprisonment
No longer open
Old man
A unrelated end
People are always people
She is not her
Tai Dol Schymo is a poet, "Yincong Lake" is a very beautiful and beautiful. I am not a poet, but I pursue things. A little feeling.
