All of a sudden, the sky turns dark
The whole world could suddenly vanish
I think of you, then I think of myself
Why do I always miss you when I’m at my most vulnerable?
I understand: I can’t let go of your love, I’m so used to your care
Unable to tell whether missing you is comfort or sorrow
And now, even if the clock hands stop, even if life is no more than dust
We can’t be separated, and perhaps that makes us believe in love even more
If this world should eventually disappear
I don’t want the memories I’ve treasured along the way to be without you
“All of a Sudden,” by Karen Mok
Why did you lock it in front? Correct the typo hehe. . . Even though I was annoyed and shy about being penetrated by others, the young seed in my heart broke out of the ground instantly, stood upright, blossomed and bore fruit, and the little secrets in my heart turned into sweet fruits one by one. This is a good sentence. . .
Hehe. It always feels better than the previous one. Or have I already seen it in the story? This is indeed romance. . .
Write a story that you don't even know what the outcome should be. Especially romance stories. Do you have the courage required? . . This kid. This is what happened. It makes me feel that my thesis is a bit untrustworthy. . .
This paragraph was written relatively successfully. Good boy. I don't know who will be lucky enough to have you in the end.
I remember that I had never had so many ideas since I was in junior high school. It was all about eating, playing, and sleeping. Are you putting your current focus on you in junior high school? Day. Is this okay? Or am I a late bloomer?
I almost never read romance novels like this. Your approach makes me feel like I used to think when I read Han Han's book. This idiot is talking nonsense again. I like the habit of observing from the third world. Maybe I don't have the strength to comment on a little girl's romance. Just like a simple girl who thinks she is mature and a bad man talking about whether it is love. Read this short paragraph first. Not bad. The portrayal of this little girl was quite successful. Seal yourself in your own imagination. A little girl who only selectively remembers things or people. . . Aren't you? When it's time to be rash, I don't know what you're going to do. . .
I think your time has changed a lot. . .
I always forget to rate, you are the best dear, (*^__^*) Hee hee...
Eat more food, then you will have the strength to write better. Dig, sister comes to support you every day. Look, this baby has a bright future, hehe.
I just forgot to rate my dear.