Last night, the cicadas kept chirping in the cold, which brought me back to my dream of thousands of miles away. The swaying clouds above the bright moon cannot touch the breeze. But I can't hear the bright moon clearly, and I can't see the cicadas chirping. Just because of this moment, you are by my side. There is no prototype for this article, please do not bring it in.
I have been preparing for exams recently and have been busy with schoolwork, so I stopped updating!
I will definitely fill in the holes tomorrow! ! ! !
Concept: Love is empathy.