She said: "We wait patiently and good luck will surely come."
He knew that good luck had arrived.
Big brother, when you recall your youthful years, will you think of a September rain?
What I want to talk about is the tangled thoughts of girls in the silence of time. Their separation is inevitable, just like their meeting.
Ten years later, the only certainty is that I like you more than I did when I was sixteen.
Thank you for reading and I wish you all the best!
Intention: In millions of years, my home is like an arrow