We met for the first time in midsummer and parted ways in late autumn. Rebirth and meet again. The cicada is happiest in midsummer, but it will leave in the autumn, but it will never leave again. Every sound is answered, and the whole life is silent.
Imaginative articles, a bunch of personal creations, a little contrary to reality
Intention: Although God's love embraces all living beings, it will not be cheap