He is the wind, unpredictable and unpredictable;
He is a valley, and the broadest heart only wants to accommodate him;
The wind echoes and gallops in the valley,
Until it finally turns into an invisible but gentle existence,
Existing in the valley of despair from which there is no escape - for life.
Conception:
Reader comments
I thought my writing was considered slow, but it was even slower than me. . . T T
Very well written! I really want to read this story too! Why don't you write it? If you don't plan to write about it, why are you cheating? Sure enough, it's paper-style bad taste……
I thought my writing was considered slow, but it was even slower than me. . . T T
Very well written! I really want to read this story too! Why don't you write it? If you don't plan to write about it, why are you cheating? Sure enough, it's paper-style bad taste……