August 27th is my death anniversary.
I said, it was a sunny day with a lake and sun.
Rotten cherries rolled down the shore, and water-soluble oil pastels dyed the lake surface red, emitting a fishy-sweet smell.
Reading Instructions
Ⅰ A half-true and half-false piece of innocent moaning and groaning, please read with caution
Ⅱ A boring documentary about a girl's life, maybe it's bullshit
Ⅲ Healing can also cause depression, Mary Sue is also not mainstream
Ⅳ Entry is prohibited, escape in time
Intention: We will eventually grow up to be invincible
