Loving you is like falling into an abyss eight thousand miles away, and it also makes me feel like walking on thin ice.
I used to look up at the sky, the stars were bright and the galaxies were romantic. But I only think about the moon in the middle.
People in the world say that I am fanciful. How could I get the moon?
But I always feel that I am the one and only.
Stress everything, do everything you can, and finally struggle like a dying man.
In the end, I let the bright moon shine on the west tower.
After all, he was dressed in red, wrapped in gold robes, and was intoxicated with wealth. What does it have to do with me? In short, it's all what you gave him...
But at the last moment, I still dedicate it to you, everything I have
Literary Edition—
It seems that we have been tightly embracing each other during the Big Bang tens of billions of years ago. Why are we separated in the end?
Ps scumbag and cheap shou (he or oe undecided?)
This is just the author's hobby of thunder and dog blood. Please be careful when entering. No one will be pampered, no one will be pampered, no one will be spared when it's time to abuse them, because the author Jun Wei loves a big pot of dog blood.
Intention: Don't force yourself to give up, just say goodbye, maybe the next one will be better~