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A Dream Zhanghua
Young Adult一梦章华
Romantic Carnism
Has been burning for twenty years, Why be afraid of turning into ashes! This book is an ideal interpretation of reality. If it earns you dream-like expectations, it is considered a worthwhile book; if it earns you a few emotional moments, it is worthy of it; if it earns you a sleepless night, it is considered a soulmate in this text. A dream in summer, a leaf in autumn, There is no date for late spring, and the chapter is to be ordered. Ye Zhizhang, Xia Mengwan. [Youth sprouts of flesh and blood, The uninhibited entanglement of love and resentment, The helpless choice between taking in or letting go, A long-lasting love dream that can be expected.
Has been burning for twenty years, Why be afraid of turning into ashes! This book is an ideal interpretation of reality. If it earns you dream-like expectations, it is considered a worthwhile book; if it earns you a few emotional moments, it is worthy of it; if it earns you a sleepless night, it is considered a soulmate in this text. A dream in summer, a leaf in autumn, There is no date for late spring, and the chapter is to be ordered. Ye Zhizhang, Xia Mengwan. [Youth sprouts of flesh and blood, The uninhibited entanglement of love and resentment, The helpless choice between taking in or letting go, A long-lasting love dream that can be expected.

Michelangelo, Stop
History米开朗基罗你站住
Romantic Carnism
A glass of vodka was poured on the flames of war in distant Rome, burning out the dirt and the holiness. I watched you dance in the Circus, that sacred dance of death. How I want to join your dance, Burn an everlasting love with your soul. If I could do it again, I would remember that moment, Remember every trace of your dust-blown blond hair passing through the history mark, and those warm little hands holding you. The fire should be hot, hot, and hot...!
A glass of vodka was poured on the flames of war in distant Rome, burning out the dirt and the holiness. I watched you dance in the Circus, that sacred dance of death. How I want to join your dance, Burn an everlasting love with your soul. If I could do it again, I would remember that moment, Remember every trace of your dust-blown blond hair passing through the history mark, and those warm little hands holding you. The fire should be hot, hot, and hot...!