The whale falls in the sea, the star is in the depression, and the phoenix is hidden in the forest. I belong to you.

The mountain of thought creates the sea of thought. When a whale falls ten miles, everything is reborn.

You are like a star in the sea, dumping thousands of whales into the universe.

The whale's landing is the last tenderness left by the whale to the sea. ?

Whales fall, whales die, what is drowning? Can you be specific? When the whale fell, everything was born.

Time is like a glacier, and longing is like a whale's song.

Whales fall to the bottom of the sea, feeding all beings in the dark world for a hundred years, giant whales fall and everything is born.

The world is the most beautiful, and the whale has fallen. When you think of herbs, you think of mountains and rivers.

May whales become islands, born in the sea, belong to the sea, grow longer than the sea and hide in the sea.

Life should be like a Peng and a whale.

Whales give birth to everything, whales give birth to everything.

I still like you very much, like a whale lacking oxygen in the 6400-meter deep sea. ?

All sentient beings see the whale fall, all kinds of lives are not in vain, all kinds of hardships eventually become a device, and an inch of acacia is accompanied by dreams.

The whale fell into an isolated island and was cured alone.

We are all 52 Hz whales, eager to be understood, but never really understood.