Lone Star

You must love something, just like the love of vegetation for time. The wind always blows to the valley where there is no shortage of wind. Summer is in July, and the birds are green. I am in charge of the withering and prosperity of my own vegetation, and I tolerate the joys and sorrows of all things. May you too, strive for joy and joy. The clever and clever goddess Shino x the lazy and willful human beast Jing Ruoqi Intention: The only luck is that I found you at the end of the hustle and bustle of the world