When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with me. Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems. My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you I don
When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with me. Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems. My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you I don't know what's wrong with my cloud. Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside. But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours. Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape. The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick. Dear, the sky is falling, those who are still walking. For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late. From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another. There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness.