I always remember a story on a groggy night.
As the dark night approaches, the girl turns into the last light.
The flowers of life are blooming near the end, and the passionate movement plays the final climax.
When the heavy gloom in the sky dissipated, the girl left.
The end, the beginning.
The girl's name is no longer remembered, and the girl's great achievements are no longer sung.
Her life was as gorgeous as summer flowers, and her death was as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
She reached a higher realm.
"The long years are like a drunken dream, drinking sake alone with the peaks of the river."
"Tonight, the moon shines on the dried tears, and the autumn wind blows, reminding me of old reunions."
In the gloomy night, I always remember such a story.
Intention: The early stage is more relaxed and daily, and the later stage is more serious. He will talk about war, practical issues, self-created mythological systems, and philosophy. Anti-fast food literature