So it's over. It's the smell of truth.
Is it really as bad as expected?
Listen, the sparrow is under the eaves of your village.
Twitter says good night.
I found a bud on the vine today.
Furry and bulging;
In another day, the young leaves will be pushed away, look;
Dark red gradually turns gray in Zhejiang.
Dearest. Can we meet again tomorrow?
Can I still hold your hand?
"Just a friend", I lost a lot of things,
The most common friends can still keep:
Every time your black and clear eyes twinkle.
I will always engrave it in my heart;
I will always keep you in my heart.
The voice of "May Snow White Come Back"!
However, I only speak the language of ordinary friends.
Maybe a little stronger;
When I hold your hand, I will only hold it for the time allowed by etiquette.
It may take a little longer!
Hope to adopt