According to the rules I am very good.
Today I laugh tears,
Occasionally there is regret in poetry.
You do not know brother,
Sorrow carved on my forehead
As the river flows alone,
As the sun burns brightly,
Even more than that.
How long have you been awake,
How many times have you cried alone,
It knows only stars.
I'm fine
According to the rules, I am very good.
Only the clouds were clouded in my sky.
Sometimes it blows water blooming.
When the light goes out of sight,
I went around looking for the light.
The light went off again,
I cry my hand.
I understand the death bell and a little bit left.
I'm fine
According to the rules, I am very good.
