Patience, on the edge of dreams.
Put up a circle of lace
I have to use my weak body again.
Interpret the fullness of love
A lone apron
Still hanging by the door
Residual greasy, flushing
Infinite yearning
Grandma once said: In everyone's heart.
There lived an old friend.
I've been looking for it for a long time.
At the apex of the heart, cycle after cycle.
Loneliness has long been ground into grains.
Mutator
However, I found nothing.
I always want to spend a few days in the wild cranes in the clouds.
No longer disguised as inscrutable and crazy.
Trying to rely on an obscure bottom line.
Maintain the humblest dignity in life
The desire to bloom, but not.
Control flowering period
I can only dream in my childhood.
Turn into a joke
People's entertainment
Until the years are white-haired
Finally understand, life.
The most profound connotation
Just superficial.