Childlike heart, giving up all innocence.
Love respects and gives up.
Love yourself if you love flowers, but don't just love. . . . .
In short, it is hard for ordinary people to imagine the feeling of "pity".
The wind is rustling and the rain is rustling. . . . It's no fun waking up. . . . .
Is this chic?
First remove the residual makeup of plum powder and coat it with new red begonia.
Is this expensive?
There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain.
Is this the aura?
All right. . . . . To sum it up. If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind! !