Do you still remember that unrequited secret love in the summer? He planted a seed for you. The sultry moon reflected in the quiet night, quietly growing wildly in the desolate land surrounded by thorns and thorns without anyone stepping on it. It was surging and undercurrent.
Hearing the crazy dreams
He wants to escape life in exchange for freedom
That night the wind will no longer shake his willows
Give the ocean back your sincere love
Return youth to the silent winter
His youth is not the sun
The sour smell of silver and copper
decay of soul
Flesh fight
mud underfoot
bury his bones
This is his new homeland
Finally, the trembling handwriting ended,
I once complained about injustice on behalf of the ordinary.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
