Looking back at dusk, it is the wind gently kissing the face in the ear, the colorful butterflies dancing around the body, half drunk and half awake, lingering like reality and fantasy.
Looking back at dusk, tears of laughter wrapped around my fingers, water of tenderness moistened my heart, and I asked how much mercy there is in the world, which made me feel spring thunder and autumn rain.
Even if the calamity is fate, but you don't understand the grudges and grudges inside, and do casual things with your loved ones, don't ask whether it is a sin, you will pay for it in a thousand lifetimes.