Destiny is like this, warm as the sun, cold as snow, sun warms the snow, snow warms the sun, nothing is worth it, his indulgence is my preference, whose ignorance is behind each other? You give me a star, I promise you a heart, and give you eternal tenderness. Is it God's arrangement or is it a glance that lasts for thousands of years... What is the secret of a hundred years?
Intention: It only makes sense to go in both directions
