"Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom..."
When depression is sad, the music is like a cloud flowing water, blowing away the dust of the soul and returning you a piece of pure blue.
When the moon is on the branches, the music is like a wild goose through the air, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, carrying away the deep greetings in the distance.
At night, the sports field, the most lively, but also the most silent.
Literary and artistic youth, playing an affectionate melody, came unhurriedly, drifted into the ears of those who were indifferent, and awakened the wandering soul of those who were wandering.
Look at me, look at you,
Who decorated whose windows,
Who's whose landscape.
Harmonious loneliness, the obvious fusion,
She lived like this, and you lived like this.
Excited notes, it doesn't stop, it knows you best...
Brand new night, it will not go far, night and night song, heart clear.
Tired, happy, at ease
The sound of the guitar moisturizes the heart
No basketball no brothers
A lovely corner of the campus at night