I still like you, like a dusk mountain covered with snow and frozen for ten miles.
I still like you, like I'm lost in an illusion and don't know anything.
I just stand here, watching the joys and sorrows of those people, and I am an outsider here.
What traps me is my own situation, and I don't want to solve it.
He is just a storyteller, telling all those people's obsessions. It's not too late when I can answer my own bell
[The author is a bad copywriter] Anyway, this is a period of youthful thoughts, and I wrote it when I felt like it. It will be updated slowly in the future. (? ??_??)——————————————————————Jinjiang is the first publication. Reprinting is prohibited. I don't like to pass by in short stories. The last sentence is that pears are fruits that can only be attacked or tolerated, pounced or coaxed. Welcome to hook up with them.