Life as poem, Death beyond water!
To Live, It means to be sick of a long time.
有些手足无措,想点燃一支烟,却只记得那首《面朝大海,春暖花开》,阳光很好,春天不太远了,但你呢?你是那埋在地里的人,埋的很深,我们取走了粮食,骑走了马。