I was born in this homeland, and the fallen leaves should have returned to their roots, but there are no causes and effects in the world, so my ashes had no choice but to be scattered into the vast sky, free and unrestrained.
Or maybe the wild geese will peck at my rotten and dirty corpse and return south, dying in a foreign land and returning my soul to my hometown.
PS: Updated on Saturdays and Sundays (possibly?), The previous changes will be
Demining:
1. Involving bg bl gl
2. Except Shen Zhen, everyone else is unclean in the law. Be, dog-blood, dog-blood, dog-blood
3. Lots of nonsense, little plot, chaotic thinking, groundbreaking work
I'm in love hahahaha
Concept: The land is a dark and silent juice, a astringent taste that cannot be recorded.
