When You Pass My Bloom

I'm like the scenery you pass by You are always moving forward Until I see my back go away I can no longer hear the familiar voice ——When you pass by my bloom, is it the golden year of midsummer—— ↓I can act coquettishly, roll around, be cute, warm the bed, and write code words~\(≧▽≦)/~Come and take care of me! Come and click here~ Go to the tea shop to place an order! This is a small icon made by Moque Mama~ And this~ This is from the waste-chai dada~ The small column is from the black and white picture shop~ Click here~ This is from the black tea branch~ Intention: