Stupid Landing, Time did not die, It was broken this morning, The pointer woke up one day later, The pace is rapid, Worried that it is old, They are not afraid of cold air, But I don't give up the protection of youth, Also afraid, That terrible crescent moon. I can't build a great wall, Let me build a tomb in the mirror; A bottle of incense, The beautiful land is precious, Let it sleep, Bury me again, A rose is missing. Who left, Who's coming, I can't shout loudly, Silent tears will mourn. I should have been ragged, With a dull head, In the cold wind and hot sun, Politely and clumsily abide by
