The red scarlet faded and the crocodile gauze showed through. He looked into the water where he had forgotten the smoke, and he wanted to talk, but he couldn't stop talking. The pear blossoms fall, but the fragrance remains the same. I miss each other and remember each other for a long time. I fall everywhere in the city, Momo Momo.
There are still tears left when I read and call, and there are grievances about right and wrong. Finally become empty.
Sigh, the word "hate" has confused the original affection. Looking back at the broken heart with tears, there is always someone who becomes depressed when drunk.