This is my story with her, a story about hiding and the golden ginkgo leaves in midsummer in July.
Three Miles of Breeze Three Miles of Road, the breeze walks you every step of the way.
When I saw the golden ginkgo leaves again, her smile lingered in my eyes. .
She has been in such pain for so many years. No matter who it is, the patience and perseverance that she originally had may have disappeared with time under all this torture.
I miss you.
Intention: Give it back to her