[On the surface, Plato tolerates deep emotions and conflicts in his heart T× Sometimes he is innocent, sometimes he is coquettish and possessive MaxP]
Do you believe that a person's life can be written in just tens of thousands of words?
I don't believe it, but that's life.
Our love grows wildly in our hearts, but it still cannot resist the cold wind.
Just like green grapes, when ripe, the fruit looks brilliant in the sun and the juice of the pulp is sweet, but when disaster strikes, it will eventually turn into a puddle of stagnant water, and all of this will be worthless.
I'm lucky, I love you, so I came into this world... But because we exist in this world... The story only has a beginning, not an end.
[Everyone's personality is not perfect, and they are not all good people. Don't criticize if you step back when you are wrong.
The idea: to grow grapes from scratch.
