The bright moonlight has passed through time in a hurry, following your distance tightly and unremittingly.
has walked through the wind and rain, and has passed through the season of glazed glass. During the storm, the devastated passages, the washed-up past, and whenever you open the page, there are piles of sadness. It turns out that longing is a series of people's notes. When it sounds, the desolation of the desolation of the shoulders is desolate. In the order, the tones rise and fall, and suddenly the sky is hazy. When a storm is approaching, the obsession is still in a heart-wrenching love, it is difficult to get rid of it, and you are waiting in place!
Deep longing drags long notes, strings of them, stepping on deep and shallow lines of poetry, and sings repeatedly according to the green onions. Perhaps because of the lack of confidence, you can't sing perfectly. In every verse, you blur the past years, and you can't return to the original place no matter how you splice it. So the tune was stammering, and then time ceased, and the notes were ups and downs...
In my spare time, I recited the words and sentences in the book, all of which were catchy, completely forgot all the pain!
Missing is a string of notes, clear and melodious tones, the lingering sounds surround the beams, witnessing the first meeting and the future...
