Always wandering in the memories, and also emptying them, making a pot of wandering, who is wandering around the world, it is hard to swallow. After you leave, let the wine warm the memories and miss me, the love stops flowing, how can I steal time, my heart is like a flower, it matures for once, but you missed it!
With this preface, I think of the flowers blooming and the fragrance remains the same as before, and the thought of the snow falling makes me feel intoxicated.
It's a deeply emotional and emotional read!