In the depths of the world, there is no resentment or resentment, and in the heart, hatred reaches its end. The clouds and wind are gentle and gentle. It blows and frosts all night, standing proudly on the branches. The plum blossoms bloom, and the love and hatred are still intertwined like threads. Who can understand love and hate? Love and hate are like water flowing slowly and continuously. Who can stop being ruthless? You will have nothing but love. I have lived a wonderful life for twenty years,
In the depths of the world, there is no resentment or resentment, and in the heart, hatred reaches its end. The clouds and wind are gentle and gentle. It blows and frosts all night, standing proudly on the branches. The plum blossoms bloom, and the love and hatred are still intertwined like threads. Who can understand love and hate? Love and hate are like water flowing slowly and continuously. Who can stop being ruthless? You will have nothing but love. I have lived a wonderful life for twenty years,