The fire of war ignited the prairie fire, and the dust and sand filled the air.
Every emotion is like a precious glass container.
Time, place, and object are not that important.
Carry it with you, don't break it and forget it easily.
——This is dedicated to the love born in the war years
Reader comments
I feel like the writing is very delicate. Why is it not finished? I've been following it for two days. Hehehe.
I feel like the writing is very delicate. Why is it not finished? I've been following it for two days. Hehehe.