The phone is as cold as ice. Gu Chengxi: Good night.
Three years have condensed into a cold mark, and the smiling eyes of the portrait reflect the alienation at this moment.
The input box swallowed up all the questions, leaving only a dumb sigh.
The moonlight is like frost, and the night wind blows through the window. He is the towering mountain, and I am the bird in the cage.
The diamond necklace locks the neck, promising to bend the breath.
Lin Wei's little sun can't warm the fog in my heart.
Seeing my parents' instructions, with the shadow of marriage news, I am the lost star in his palm prints.
The bell rang suddenly, and the heartbeat shattered the silence.
Intention: The moonlight is cold, a gap arises in the heart, a three-year love, a heavy commitment. The word "good night", a thousand words, finally turned into a sigh.