Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice
How big is the end of the world? Let me walk. There are ripples on the surface of the mirror. A single duck swims alone in this vast vastness. The feathers have been injured and the wings have been broken. She has already changed her face and is swimming in the air waiting for madness...
It is always easy to forget what you have seen. Even if you forget and lose it, it will always appear inexplicably. Just like the longer you study, the faster you forget...
The faint light spot is the warm light, the charming hazy candlelight in the wind is replaced by the dazzling light just before it is extinguished...
People living in different places each have a tragic experience. With different races, cultures, and climates, they suffer from the hardships of being new to a foreign land...
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...
