I was a little discouraged at first, but then I saw some glimmer of light, and I felt a little happy. I really can’t finish anything in this world. Well, I’m the liar. So how should we tell the story? Forget it, let’s start from the beginning. In the midsummer of the night when t

was a little discouraged at first, but when I saw some glimmer of light, I felt a little happy. There is really no way to accomplish anything in this world. Well, I am the liar.

How should I tell the story? Forget it, let’s start from the beginning. In the midsummer of the night when the fireflies are flying, the weather is also hot and dry. I don’t know that I am a guest in my dreams. I am a prodigal. I don’t know the depth of my skills. I just rely on my blood to exchange for it. No matter who I am, I will never wake up.

But a girl had a dream. The specific things were not clear for a long time. She just met a person. He was dressed elegantly in white. That person didn't say a word, he just smiled. The girl had never seen such a smile before, probably The sunniest smile I have seen so far. That smile seemed like wine. A drop of it accidentally dropped into a cup of tea. When the girl woke up from her dream, she recalled the past several years. Later, I almost forgot what that person looked like.

Hey, sister, you are so stupid.

Will some of these wanderings in the world of mortals come ashore again? Unfortunately, those fireworks were lit in the distance. The people at that time were no longer the people they are today, and the old friends have never met again. Maybe fate has ended here. It is too melancholy. After all, the debt is not good, so I will play a song to commemorate the ridiculous six years before I paid attention to you. The lyrics and music seem to be talking about another young man.

Hello, did you hear that? It’s you who makes others miserable. You are neither smart nor enterprising. You are born with a dissolute appearance and always like to eat sweets. Is there a shocking conspiracy behind your narrowed eyes, saying that you want to drown the things hanging in it? It turns out that it was just superficial innocence, and darkness must have been the mask in the first place.

Will the sound of the flute in the bamboo forest continue to be played? She stood facing the wind, so handsome that even the heavy rain could not wash it away. Her eyes full of stars were all fake, and her brocade clothes were also sad. From then on, some people preferred blue, and they were as melancholy as the sea because of it.

Just take a look at my sharp eyes. I have transformed from childishness and become strong. I turn the past into a sword that cuts through the sky. I pierce your side. I don’t want you to die. I want you to look at me beautiful, the best. Revenge is beautiful.

But at what point did the chess game begin? I forgot, and I don’t want to bear the pain of recalling it. The sound of rain outside the window is no longer cold. The memory has been replaced, and I don’t want to let it rot. Change is the best evidence. It turns out The wind was a little disturbing, but it has passed, hasn't it? I have grown up, no, I am forced to no longer be naive, I would rather stay indifferent, listen to the flowing water on the mountain, look at the moon beside the clouds, how desolate it is, what I should have got is blown up by the wind, and I am desperately trying. Chasing failed to leave a trace of tears. Mr.

, am I relieved? I think so. There is probably a story in those words. I can’t bear to burn all these paintings. I commemorate myself and the old days. I am afraid. I was very afraid at the time. , I dare not say it, I am ashamed, I was ashamed at that time, what shame, shame my inferiority, but now I personally pick a bloody flower with my hands, but I feel so beautiful. Master

, I'm right. The fog is scattered on the mountain road I'm walking on. I have to go there. Even if I take a detour, won't there be fog? It's just that I'm obsessed with stepping stones. Master, have I let you down? I walked a little slowly. When the fog cleared, I refused to look at the direction of the sunrise. I was afraid that the sunshine was fake. Master, from now on, I will only look at you.

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