What moves me is never the heroic words of great benevolence and righteousness.
It is a small but visible warmth in the world
Someone once said that my eyes are clear and the sun shines
But it was extinguished by the world
Now, Suyuan, look
Is there renewed hope in my eyes?
One room, two windows, facing the moon, the moon is bright and flawless, reflecting on the sad people's hearts.
Moon, moon, tell me, will it be the same tomorrow?
The first male is neurotic, the second male is naive, and the author is a charlatan.
Please support the genuine version, thank you
Purpose: People are not born to be defeated