Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice
The past is like clouds drifting away, sighing, sighing, searching for thousands of miles, it will never come back, holding the wreckage in the air, chanting alone, sad, leaving the old home, how could I have a drink and talk with tears...
The scorpion-like carapace is the turmoil that I never dare to touch. The deep tail of Duoao shows the loneliness that others cannot understand...
My ears are burning with pain, and my mind is counting down the clock, recalling the weird and stupid scenes from the past, just like hermit crabs moving one after another...
The stuffy secret room, the dim lights, the swaying bed, the unsettling fear, the dirty air, the rat-covered cobwebs...
After the rain, many earthworms popped up on the muddy ground, which evoked childhood memories. Looking at its reddish-brown curled body, I thought of...
Wine enters the first part ~ A mediocre person disturbing a spring evening is worth a thousand gold, but I just want to drink and sleep together, throw away all worries and worries, get drunk and look forward to relieving my worries...
Wear a pair of torn socks and pick up a long pole. The whole world is my home. My trembling feet cover newspapers in the park. I search everywhere for the reason for living...
I fell in love with myself and I don’t love you anymore. I let you talk and flattery. I can’t hear it anymore. The flowers I sent the day before yesterday have withered as I turned around and left...
I wrote a word, thought about a past event, dragged my cheeks, lit a cigarette, poured half a glass of wine, held a pen in my mouth, raised Wei Xun's eyes and looked at...
Climbing a long way and following the queue in front of me, I moved toward the charming candies that could feed me for three days. I shook my butt and waved...
