Clear dreams turn into memories, wandering in the clouds feeling empty,
Who is pitiful if the rain is like stars? Who knows the vastness and loneliness?
If you already know that the predetermined ending is unchangeable, and you see the heavy hope pressing deeply on your shoulders, who can understand the accumulation of history, and the past that you hope for has already been recorded in the annals of history, irrefutable, looking from a distance, the Forbidden City is familiar but too unfamiliar, the bustling fireworks are incompatible with me like a shooting star, and the bright yellow light dazzles the paleness in my eyes.
This article is a Qingchuan Danmei article~~ and it is a brother article, there may be a father-son plot~~~
Crawl away~~
Comes with lightning rod~~