supported by bone and blood
this thought is connected with this thought
the money is deeply immersed in every pore of the body
the soul is deeply trapped
some sanity has been paralyzed for a long time
Life was desperate and wine was considered
Love bowed its bow and shot the bright moon
. My eyes
this thought is connected with another. Resolutely
get involved with wolves * Muddy dance
We or you or their narcissism
The feeling after grabbing
This idea is that fire cares about dry wood
That idea is that dry wood needs kindling
Burning endless. Grass
There are angels in life who touch time
There are devils in life who insult the sun
We don't like secular trampling on fate
But it is wet. P > Let's be soft on life
Bow our heads and bow to the powerful
Time will slap us in the face
It will hurt our once conceited face
This thought is always attached to other thoughts
It makes your angel afraid to fly
But it makes the devil laugh too much
Your story often hurts
Your heart turns to the sun and your heart turns to the flowers
. It's great to put on the clothes of an angel leisurely
live like a decent person
This idea is still attached to another idea
Keep on thinking about it, cling to it, pester it
Carry those intangible desires
Everywhere, make your body accustomed to the test of evil
.