Who will bury the truth
Hiding quietly
like a child
is my love
your love
Ups and downs several times
It's my beauty
you are the oath
Just like the sea turns into a mulberry field
Who would cherish the peach blossoms on the human face? Who pity?
Destiny is like a chess game, where the outcome is determined by every move you make.
In the end, it is nothing more than right and wrong in the world.
I've never written a long novel before, so I'm sorry if I didn't write well. I bow◎ (I used my favorite lyrics)