I can't make you feel happy,
Until the magnolia tree on the roadside is covered with large off-white flowers. The thing named □ rumbled over.
Hiding behind the curtain, looking at the wrinkled fingers directing the puppet show, there is a residual smile on his lips. He lit up the cigarette sadly and sucked it silently. Over there, the oriental fish belly is white, here it is dark. Sections of silk thread were left to dry in the background, and the shabby puppet clothes still retained an inexplicable warmth. Unknown to outsiders, the note sewn into his heart was gradually discarded by time and turned into a grand complaint of loneliness.
Don't forget these. However, it cannot be forgotten.
So just savor it.