Suddenly I felt very tired, so I stretched out my arms to hug the two weak butterfly bones. It was a bit cold around me, but the only warmth was the closeness of the arms when they met. My feet feel cold and tense.
Turning on the camera, Lingling stared at the face that was rapidly filled with water and curled up. She was singing a passionate and sad Korean love song loudly through her tightly plugged earphones. Tears burst into the eye weir, the water level dropped, the water level rose, filling with water along her nose, going up and down, one after another.
Recently, I have been squeezed by life like half a compressed biscuit. The remaining wings are solidifying in the air, trying to expand and break free, but they have absorbed water vapor and become damp, losing their original tightness. I was so tongue-tied, so gorgeously thrown out, that I had no choice but to give it up, give it up...
You are tired, you want to relax, but you can't, you are disappointed, you can't get rid of it, I feel the same way, haha.
Only cloudy days, rainy days, and thundery days are diagnosed, and sunshine does not belong to mental illness.
In Xiba, the sun was about to break through the clouds, so I turned off the computer and ran naked.