Jun Moli

Flowers bloom on the street and return in dreams. There is no one else in this life. First draft of the copy--ancient Chinese version When the old soul is old: The red candle reflects the new makeup like tears, and the soul that wants to talk across the gauze has passed away -------The tears of the first makeup are left alone around the black silk silk When we first met: If the water is like love, it is still in my ears. It has become like a dream after one night - the dream of relying on others must eventually be returned. When we see each other again: Zhaohua looks like a scene, but we still see each other. I am not the same as I am. The peach blossoms on the other side have been spring for three years, and the flowing water is marshy. I wonder where we can continue our relationship. Friendly reminder: Don't be intimidated by the copywriting. In fact, the style is relatively brisk, especially in the first volume. Please stay tuned~~ Writing articles is purely a hobby. Sometimes work and hobbies cannot be balanced. The update frequency is basically not up to standard. Please forgive me. Points are all in vain~~The most important thing is to keep your claws. I plan to write a little bit tonight and revise it tomorrow...