Very sad. I cried when I watched the first episode of MT. It was simply a living portrayal, a portrayal, a portrayal.
I logged in today, and when I turned on the O button, a total of one person lit up. He M me, long time no see. I replied, yes, it's been almost four months.
Then there were no words... And then goodbyes.
I changed the area and re-registered Niutou D. I ran to Thunder Bluff and stared at the moon for a long time, but there was no one there.
I miss my days as a novice very much.
We are stupid, and it takes us a long time to complete a task; we are simple, and laugh happily every time we open a new map; we are humble to each other, and we will think of each other when we play equipment.
I cried when I saw it. Anyone who has played online games will understand.
I remember once, an old online game friend told me that the days I miss the most are the days when I was at a low level.
A group of good friends, laughing and joking, doing many things together in a silly way.
But when we become masters and are called upon by our rookie brothers and sisters, many things are different.
Many of my former friends have left, some have joined other gangs, and some have turned against each other inexplicably...
Indeed, so many have been remembered, a little bit forgotten, no matter what the reason, so many touches, a little bit abandoned, no matter what the reason, a little sad, very sad
Very sad. I cried when I watched the first episode of MT. It was simply a living portrayal, a portrayal, a portrayal. I logged in today, and when I turned on the O button, a total of one person lit up. He M me, long time no see. I replied, yes, it's been almost four months. Then there were no words... And then goodbyes. I changed the area and re-registered Niutou D. I ran to Thunder Bluff and stared at the moon for a long time, but there was no one there.
I miss my days as a novice very much. We are stupid, and it takes us a long time to complete a task; we are simple, and laugh happily every time we open a new map; we are humble to each other, and we will think of each other when we play equipment.
I cried when I saw it. Anyone who has played online games will understand. I remember once, an old online game friend told me that the days I miss the most are the days when I was at a low level. A group of good friends, laughing and joking, doing many things together in a silly way. But when we become masters and are called upon by our rookie brothers and sisters, many things are different. Many of my former friends have left, some have joined other gangs, and some have turned against each other inexplicably...
Indeed, so many have been remembered, a little bit forgotten, no matter what the reason, so many touches, a little bit abandoned, no matter what the reason, a little sad, very sad