The hole was made a long time ago, and it needs to be filled again this time. Guys, give me some motivation
Traveling thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the place where love comes from, the rain falls at night, and you lose reincarnation.
Looking forward to the falling rain, where is the trace? The gentleness falls in the hands, and it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet.
We know each other and promise to be with each other, even if the palace gate is like the sea, there is no fear.
Holding hands is inseparable, one person will be separated forever.
Three parts adventure, two parts thrills, and one part memories.
After savoring it carefully, it went away in the fire, but traces of the dream are still there.