花落水流红,闲愁万种,无语怨东风。
花儿凋落随水流去,带着淡淡的红色,心中有无尽的闲愁,默默无言地埋怨着东风。
I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up, I'm not gonna stop, I'm gonna work harder.
The dead are more faithful than the living. They do not change.
The wound is the place where the light enters you.