The sadness of the Ferris wheel is that no matter how long it spins, it will eventually return to the starting point.
The sadness of the Ferris wheel is that no matter what it goes through, it can only rotate in a certain track and direction.
The sadness of the Ferris wheel is that it carries too much happiness, but we don't know that behind the happiness is sadness.
The sadness of Ferris Wheel is that it is obviously so sad, but nothing can change it.
If the sadness of the Ferris wheel is that no matter how long it spins, it will eventually return to the starting point, then I am willing to wait for you at the starting point, so that even if you reach the starting point, you will not be alone.
If the sadness of the Ferris wheel is that no matter what it has experienced, it can only rotate in a certain track and direction, then I am willing to work with you to let it stay at the highest point.
If the sadness of the Ferris wheel is followed by sadness, then I am willing to spend it with you when you are the saddest.
If the sadness of Ferris Wheel is that it is obviously so sad but nothing can change it, then I am willing to be so happy with you.
I stared at the announcement in front of the display window, and my heart surged like waves. How could it be...
"This one is called a future promise." He personally put on this bracelet for me as my birthday gift.
But, how dare I accept it...
"When you go back, everything that happened to you here will be just a dream." She said to me like that, as if she were reading words on a blank piece of paper, without any emotion.
From ignorance to reluctance, the life here has completely sealed me in it, making me unable to extricate myself.
"If one day I leave you, you must promise me that you will never forget me..." With a choked voice, my eyes turned red again.
He promised me. But what's the guarantee?
Well, even so, I will fight against fate with you.
I had a dream.
It's not a nightmare, but it can push me to the edge of collapse again and again.
In the dream, all the supernatural practitioners in Bai Dao were defeated by the demon world. Maybe in the dark, fate once again used its hands stained with blood to play a joke on us.
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I was so touched when I saw it at the end
Ye, when I think of the rags in our house, I want to slap you with a brick! %>_<%~~~ Please give me back my rags
I was so touched when I saw it at the end
Ye, when I think of the rags in our house, I want to slap you with a brick! %>_<%~~~ Please give me back my rags