我曾在半城烟沙中沉默，心怀梦想，誓要强大，以自己为天下。我如夏日的沫，轻盈而不稳。岁月悠长，我将与白发共度。Summer's rose, symbol of youthful dreams, still lingers in my mind. I do not yearn for the past or old friends. With bare hands, I grasp the wind.

My heart is heavy with sorrow, yet I am firm and unyielding. The warmth of northbound kudzu envelops me. You asked how much love costs; I grant you a lifetime of gentleness. Time cannot compare to your beauty; drunk on the scent of victory.

The taste of minty freshness fills my summer days. Standing under the plum blossoms, watching snow fall - this is our melancholic melody. We share a bowl of soup in silence; an actor performs sorrow without words.

Summer has yet to arrive; it has nothing to do with loneliness. Rain falls like tears from heaven; you are my story - one smile can capture a city.

I will wait for your return and marry you then - for you alone, I am willing to endure what others cannot tolerate by habit. Only we know if cold water is refreshing or warm water soothing.

A blade may be sharp but hold a soft heart within its steel edges ~ Flowers scatter as strings break apart - time erases memories like an eraser made of rubberized graphite.

With just a flicker at my fingertips comes flight - you are addictive like any drug that lingers within me even after quitting smoking cigarettes called life.

Memories fade away like smoke into clouds while dreaming amidst dreams within dreams... A single smile from someone who knows their worth brings joy beyond measure!

It's because they're worth it that we remain committed! Embracing roses means enduring pain along with them...

Inconspicuous people often act strangely... In dreamland where moonbeams dance upon me...

Before hearts grow cold... There exists paradise wherever there's her presence!

Through ink-stained years come vivid tales! My heart glows bright but also cools down...

Transcripts are cool reminders left behind when passions subside...

Brows knit together as skillfully painted pictures speak volumes about us all...

Ugly people make strange choices~

The moon belongs solely to those who bend its curve ever so slightly~

As wine flows before wind,

When hearts remain unfrozen

Your presence transforms every place into Heaven itself!

Letting emotions overflow onto parchment through countless years

Hearts glow brightly only to chill eventually