The rain is deep and the wind is leaking. Looking at the desolate window sill, I am speechless and sad. I have reached the end of the world and my heart is broken. Who can I talk to about my sorrows? I always miss you, but it is nothing more than pain and mist. Why is Yin Mei so scheming as to pursue her admiration?
I regret not teaching the past, the style is hard to change, only the beauty is saved. The snow, moon, wind and flowers are full of smiles and words, but they can bear to be let down. It is difficult to round a broken mirror, and it is easy to throw away old cattails, leaving nothing to remember the words of the past. Only the words and sentences are left to be taken care of by Yi Ren.
If one day, I can't help but ask you whether you love me or not, please lie to me. No matter how reluctant you are, don't tell me that you have never liked me.
He sighed softly: Three years have passed like this, why worry about ten or twenty years? He is still so beautiful, but I am old, as if she is really awake and I am really dead.
Conception: