Time flies by like a fleeting song.
Singing lightly in the fleeting years, the flashy dream is empty.
Lower your head and chant softly,
In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest.
I don't know how many flowers have fallen.
Who is willing to lean on the railing and look out?
For whom,
Only stained with tears, overwhelming the country and the city?
[Speaking of which, I am the worst at writing Shenma copywriting, but the plot of Shenma shouldn't be too bad. - -
Let's take a look at it and help me catch the bugs, hehe.
I hope you will leave more messages and give me endless motivation to explode, my little universe! ~!