When I first met him, I knew I only lived for him in this life.
She is as warm as jade, her eyes are like bright stars, and her lips are greased, like a direct immortal. Wearing white clothes fluttering in the wind, smiling at the love, hate and hatred in the world. The world knows him as a saint in white clothes, but I know he is so indifferent.
The life and death of the world has nothing to do with him! What does it have to do with the massacre of his master? This has nothing to do with him! He loves no one but himself.
I finally worshiped him as my teacher, stayed by his side, and watched the world gradually become desolate, but this has nothing to do with me. I only have you in my eyes.
A dream that comes back a thousand times and lasts for thousands of years, indulging my emotions and desires for a long time.
The cloud bracelet fell to the ground, and the kindness and righteousness were cut off.