By chance a hundred years ago, he became her only one. A hundred years passed, and a hundred years later, when the cherry blossoms were in bloom, he smiled bitterly, "Youyue, the cherry blossoms are in bloom." However, all that was left to him was a cold tombstone and endless regret.
Happiness is a transformation of pain, like a drop of water in the desert. It disappears in an instant and cannot quench thirst. However, it makes people feel the pain of lack of water even more. The sweetness of the moment contrasts with the eternity of suffering. When walking, I just don't want to wait in place, but the essence of seeking makes my heart spin in place.
Copywriting is too difficult. This article is so wild and unimaginable that it is different from the play. Everything is a cloud. . . . The ending of this article is not cruel, and you can ignore the copywriting. . . . .
Slow heating type.