In the vast sea of people, will you leave a trace of your footprints?
Let me tell you:
Where are my traces of snow?
Beauty is a short life, at least it has the falling syllables in life.
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I want to overwhelm! The author is just a sprinkler of gas to cheer you up
I just saw this today when I had nothing to do. It's very good, hehehehe.
I want to overwhelm! The author is just a sprinkler of gas to cheer you up
I just saw this today when I had nothing to do. It's very good, hehehehe.
I finally see hope ~ Cheer up!