belief

When the wind blew my faint sad face

She seems to understand my mind

She lamented me for this.

I am looking at the blue sky.

It seems that the sky is crying for me too.

So sad

When I walked on the road of the cold wind

Looking at the road ahead and getting lost

But I firmly believe that the rainbow is ahead

So come

I will go on my scalp...

Sixth grade: Ice jasmine