It's the brainchild of a certain kinder-loving author, but how can I possibly control my feelings like this. . Well, it's not wrong to fall in love with Xiaozhe, so it shouldn't be wrong to produce this product out of a brainstorm. . . Bar. . .
Lily has had a childhood sweetheart since she was a child. This childhood sweetheart was good-looking and had a good temperament. Apart from having no expression, he was simply perfect.
Lily herself knew very well what kind of person she was. She was careless and careless. Apart from being good at cooking and smiling a lot, she was no different from a boy.
But there are always exceptions, childhood sweethearts and so on are always a good thing, so Lily was packed up and ran across the Pacific from the United States to Japan.
As for why, Lily said she didn't know.
So one night, Lily asked her dear little bamboo horse:
"Do you know why my father asked me to come to Japan?"
"I'm not your father, so I don't know."
Her bamboo horse had an expressionless face, which made the little girl's cheeks turn red with anger.
"You are bad guy!"
Lily was furious, but her little bamboo horse was just holding the basketball, half-smiling but not smiling:
"You will always know..."
Kuroko Tetsuya looked at the ruby necklace around the girl's neck and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Then. . . . This is the story of how a cute girl was molested by a cute boy. . . That's weird. . .
PS: I hope it won't be written too badly. . . Although Su could no longer avoid it. . .
There are green plum stalks, American stalks, and probably many other old stalks, but the author still tries hard not to write them crookedly. . .
"She", I like this warm song very much. Here are the lyrics:
she may be the face I can''t forget
a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hundred different things
within the measure of the day.
She may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heaven or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
she who always seems so happy ''n proud
who''s eyes can be so private and so proud
no one''s allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I remember till the day I die
she may be the reason I survive
the why and where for I''m alive
the one I''ll care for through the rough and rainy years
me I''ll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is
she
she
she
