This article was co-authored by "Lonely Youchen" and "You Ji"~~~~~
Her hair is like ink, her skin is like snow, and the flowers are blooming at that time.
The wind blows in the willows, the shadows embrace the moon, a few cups of leisurely drinks, the clouds and geese of the old days.
Complain, complain, complain!
The blood has dried up, but the tears are still congealed, but my love is not owed to you physically or mentally.
Armed with a long sword, holding night eyes, holding hands with you in the clear blue sky.
Think, think, think! Love, love, love!
By——Yuji