This is a dream.
A dream, a thousand years passed.
"I'm waiting for a word of love that's been a thousand years late, and I can afford to wait."
The top of Yunshan Mountain has always been freezing in winter, and there has never been a spring. So before I go to sleep, I want you to take me to the south of the Yangtze River to see it.
But it was too late.
Xiaobei, I have to leave.
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Another pain literature, eh eh eh
The writing is poor, don't comment if you don't like it
I sometimes forget to fill the holes when I dig them, sorry.
Next year, master and apprentice
In retreat...
Intention: The world kisses me with pain, but I respond with songs