The rope hangs in heaven, I walk on earth;
Listen to your truth and soak in your sadness;
The anxious waiting, the dull disability;
The thorns spill blood, and the flowers bloom on the other side.
Use poignant beauty to stop, use bright red to pay tribute, and use the time when the flowers bloom to wait for the flowers to fall.
——Bianhuahua
Outlined with thorns, rendered with blood, and swayed throughout life with beautiful sounds.
——Thorn Bird
This sand hereby declares:
This article travels through "Rose Maid" and is obsessed with dolls. It may be a trap, so be careful!
New pit, accept eggs, bricks, kitchen knives or forget it... = =