In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, there is a delusion,
Ask the wine for spring and autumn.
The heavens are silent,
A few hours of deep affection.
Waiting for a long time,
Red dust and tears.
Flowers bloom empty of hatred,
The sea and sky are leisurely.
(Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Questions" [Nowhere to Talk]
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"
In the dream, I was obsessed with it, and asked the wine for spring and autumn. The sky was silent, and the love was deep for a few hours. Waiting for a long time, red dust and tears. The flowers bloom empty and hate, and the sea and sky are leisurely. (Original poem) Author of "Heavenly Question"