The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy
It's not like, it's love that can be loved, but love that cannot be possessed, love that cannot be spoken of
Anything that cannot be reached is called distance, anything that cannot be returned is called the past, and anything that cannot be looked back is called separation.
Those distant nights that bloom in the years. It's a past that you can't go back to no matter how hard you hold on.
Tsundere and irritable little monster (suffer) × iceberg beauty
Purpose: Aba Aba
