In a touch of sadness, I spent a decadent afternoon. No black tea, no coolness, tears streaming down my face as JAY hummed. Sweat was flowing freely in my body, and I lost myself in front of the screen. Such a season, the harvest season. I have nothing. Today will become history, and I will write a happy story later to comfort myself.
I still have the same mood, such a touching MV, and I feel so heartbroken. The song "Because I'm a Woman" is like thunder and lightning, shaking my wrapped soul. In the reflection on my left hand, in the days of my youth on my right hand, bright colors were rendered one after another, and the most important scene in my life was swept away. I didn't even see what it looked like. ． ． ． ． ．
The guy named Lao Tian brought me sorrow in a grand manner, but I accepted it cowardly. Is there any other way? In Hongyi's space, I have built a home for myself in the corner, a personal home.
I began to miss my past self, the self that could fly in the breeze, the self that could be happy for a few days for a small thing, the self that could be sad for several years because of a baby, such a bright youth, and wonderful pain. How many summers have I seen that my dark shoulders are about to burst, but I still pedal my bicycle strenuously and excitedly on the pastoral hillside, whistling, beep, beep, beep.