The mood also can feel the matchless sunny, whether your side of the sky and my side of the same

Life needs to roam around, the soul always has a place to look forward to, the distance is still the distance, I am brave enough to swallow the grievances and tears, lose not hazy mountain, covered with a layer of gauze, shadowy, in the misty clouds near and far, it's like a few strokes of ink on a South of the Sun. You look at the scenery through the window.