Enduring sorrow and separation from life to life is nothing more than a storm.
I just don't want to give in, and I don't want to give in.
Too much obsession, too much love. The reward in exchange is resentment, sympathy, eternal love or gratitude.
The music and songs are rising slightly, and the jade words are falling on the paper. Condensation successfully passed the yellow beam. The sleeves are stained with cold ink, and the obsession is covered with thousands of lines of words, and I can't write all the right and wrong...
Goodbye, how are you?
Purpose: fantasy and reality