You were born before I was born, and you are dead before I was born. This article is written in memory of Mr. Liang Yusheng. I look up to the mountains and hold my heart in fists.
My writing skills are limited and my time is tight. I usually update it weekly. Please bear with me, but I will be responsible to the readers, so this article will not become a trap.
Hate this life, hate this night
Who said love is so difficult
Hate and love are inseparable
The red face and white hair are even more dazzling
Once upon a time and ever after overnight possession
Doesn't this count as being in love till the end of time?
I hope I will believe that we break up when we are in love
It makes me feel less guilty
Burning can't burn it through. Love can't burn it through. It turns white.
————"Red Beauty and White Hair"