The silver-white hair was kissed by the wind and all disappeared in the air.
Biting the straw, holding the drink in his right hand, wandering on the street
I just passed you by and didn't know
——"If time travel is to meet you."
*Tweet time*
The story of my daughter when she was 18 years old is a long story
A joint article with someone, from the middle part. It is estimated to be no more than 10W. My daughter is Bu, so I will write first
Intention: