Count one thing at a time and make a Ganges river. One Ganges sand, one sand one boundary. Within one realm, there is one dust and one calamity.
The love is deep and the meaning is heavy, but it is flashy. Destiny arises, destiny dies, and in the end Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly.
There are countless living things in the three thousand worlds, life and death, but they are alone allowed to meet, not knowing whether it is fate or calamity...
1V1, he, Xiaosheng is easily sad, so he shouldn't be very abusive,,?^?,,