My love is as moist as the moss in the ditch, as sticky as the vapor in the rainy season.
Very few people have set foot in my heart. In other words, they simply don't want to.
Gradually, I also began to try not to communicate with others.
However, the appearance of He Heng broke through the fog that had shrouded the alley for many years like the sunshine in spring.
Even the moss began to grow wildly.
Everything is sunny, and so am I.
Intention: I love you in my own way