Remember those days when the west wind chased the floating clouds and the green plum blossoms played with the bamboo horses.
It was windy at that time.
The origin is just a dream.
In the dream, there are three points of softness and beauty, but seven points of laziness and madness, plus twelve points of joy and intoxication. After waking up, it was one hundred percent cold, miserable and desolate.
I just hate that time.
I don't know how sad it is to grow old.
I'm lazy, so the copywriting will be replaced by wedges for the time being.