The night in the lost city is very beautiful, the fog blurs everything. I stood at the tip of the clock tower and watched you leave again and again. My dear, please remember that I love you. It's a pity that there is not only love between us, but also a bright star and a lot of fire. Mei Zi has something to say: Dear little angels, this is the first time the author has written an article. You are welcome to correct me, but please don't criticize me if you don't like it. Love your plums.
Concept: Love in the midst of gunfire