"You killed my boy alive and there was no one left to cry for him but me."
You look at the withered flowers on the roadside. No matter how much water you pour, it won't help. They can't return to their former glory. When they die, you remember that it should be your fault. How can dead flowers come back to life?
"I have already sealed my love for you in my bones, so I will never forget you in this life. I want you to pay for my boy's life."
BE
Purpose: Homosexuality is not guilty
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When I went there, I liked this kind of long-mouthed Gong [bad laugh]
When I went there, I liked this kind of long-mouthed Gong [bad laugh]