White Lover

Memories are heavier things It has the same weight as longing. It doesn't know how to filter. It filters every bit of the brain and settles down without any luck... A difficult journey is about to begin. ． ． ． I took out my mobile phone and sent a message to my friend at home. I'm back. There is also a number that no longer exists... I'm back, Ling, it's already known... Happiness belongs to everyone... Vaguely A soft laugh Melted into the wind Passed through a long time Giving endless blessings to people...