I dreamed of grandma on the rainbow, sad autumn.
When your birthday comes... like my confused soul.Scattered between the lines.
You have written about the spring rain since I was a child, and I have been surrounded by love bit by bit.
Little by bit of accumulated love input, my bone marrow
I miss you, the longest love for each other since the lotus blooms.A confession on the occasion of autumn
You take away all your love and concern, and the lovesickness all over the ground is on the source of love... The rest of the ruthless thoughts
The breeze stopped in my ears, and the summer rain fell on the eyebrows.
The blooming of flowers is the delicate love and accumulated memories in my heart.Grandma followed the rainbow and left me in this noisy mortal world.
Falling ink and plain paper, starting with a lot of years
Lightly render a little poetic and enter the painting in time.
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