She said, after all, the mist of romance and romance is not as reliable as the security of the country.
He said, even if I win the whole world, I am still a disabled person. My heart is gone, I gave it to her. Is a heartless person living or dead?
In troubled times, when the moon in the water meets the flower in the mirror, what kind of chaotic love will unfold?
Intention: Light joy is like a gray dog, deep love is like the long wind