The heartbeat of those years. . . Did you love me too? Mo Huaiyi
The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind dew setting the midnight sun?
They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
Those three years were like a dream, and I was so mesmerized
Intention: My story with him in my dream