C688 Our Savior Has Arrived

Sorrow and sorrow, sorrow like spring water, flow to the east; flow and flow, do not turn back, turn with the wind into a ball; ball and ball, glide like a ladle of oil, cannot be grasped, cannot be dispersed, cannot be washed away, locked in the heart into a monkey.

With a long sigh, he lets out a long sigh. It is that pair of hands that cannot be held, that pair of eyes that cannot be touched