If you are tired, put me down; pick up another one, maybe it will be more suitable for you than me.
Just, maybe, that's all.
A leaf fluttered into the lake, rippled slightly, and disappeared into the lake. The Lake of Youth is starting to freeze, but... . . .
Perhaps this is a new integration or extinction?
Note: This article is adapted from a true story. If you have any objections to the prototype, please contact the author.
Concept: love and youth