She is like that.

He is like that.

To love him.

Lives can be borrowed.

He is like that.

He can be seen sitting in front of all ages.

Those eyes of his

They are so beautiful

So beautiful.

One hundred and sixty-eight lunar nights

Charity should be given on it.

The color of the first love, the first wish, and the first like never fade.

Especially the woman never forgets the man who for the first time has conquered the world of her heart and raised the flag of his time.

if that love gets lost in the world festival rather than the irony of destiny

the name of that wish given always burns in a corner of the heart.

No special oil is required to light the lamps of the poor in the evening held there no familiar tone a pleasant aroma,

the lights of the mind when the heart is lit,,,

all these sayings wake up sadly...