"Hello, my name is Lu Qingyun, what is your name?"
"Qi Songwei."
The clear stream is unfathomable, and there are only solitary clouds in the hidden place. There is a faint moon among the dew among the pine trees, and the clear light is still for you. Lu Qingyun and Qi Songwei are already excellent works.
I seem to be dying, like a decaying rose, like a lily that never blooms.
They smiled and said to me, I support you, but then turned around and pushed me into eternal doom. The secular world is frank, but I hate this hypocritical and disgusting secular world.
Intention: love elopement, rose date.