Yes, time travel is very vulgar, but who knows whether there will be different spaces at the same time, allowing people who are destined to travel through everything... I am a vulgar woman, writing about vulgar things, and thinking about love when the flowers are blooming in spring...
If we meet each other and don't know each other, our life will be troubled.
The drizzle is turning thicker and lighter, and the cheeks are red inside the curtain. You can pick more of them.
We meet by chance in the middle of the night and feel sad, but you don't think about right and wrong.
This life is already over, and there is no expectation of the previous life.
I am floating in the clouds, the water is floating, and the dragon spring is singing on the wall.
It's cold outside the red tent, and many beauties are destined to be ill-fated before they grow old.