Two fountains of forgetfulness bring peace to each other for a lifetime.
In the yellow spring water, I have been alone for thousands of years, searching here and there, the lights dim.
For seven days, arrows rained, and my enthusiasm remained as before.
In fact, the atmosphere is mainly relaxed and fantasy...
Selfishly, I feel that it is difficult to say whether emotions are right or wrong. They can be big or small, black or white. The article will give a clear way out~
Intention: