No expectations, no harm, no heart, no tiredness.
The pillow is full of moldy dreams, and the dreams are full of people who cannot be hugged.
It's strange. We all know that those times can never be returned, but we still dare not be braver.
He finally brought him back, carefully cleaned him who was full of filth, and carefully sewed up his wounds. He kissed the old wounds religiously. Those wounds were hideous and terrifying. He asked him: "Does it hurt? I'm..."
Intention: That's right