Xue Rui feels sacred every year.

I read about dust robberies in the past,

Love bamboo should only be merciful.

You laugh with me,

Seeing the balcony deep in Ruiyun,

See the balcony deep in Ruiyun.

I want to be all the birds,

Love without seeing the heart cut off.

You were born like a piece of jade,

Ai Rui looks forward to North Korea and hopes for good luck.

Ai Rui looks to the future.

My heart is covered with white clouds,

The stone spring of Audemars Piguet Mountain.

You fell into the forest,