When you are sick, you will refuse to take injections and medicines.
Being with Hay in the sunset seems to be my life.
A little depressed, thinking about something.
Stop and go, you will never stop.
Let the disease grow and grow in your heart.
Grow branches and vines, grow corollas
Plant kerosene lamps and light them.
Why do you care?
I am a wayward child.
When it is cold, I see pedestrians in the street.
Wrapped in zongzi, only eyes are left for people to see.
No match for my light clothes, it seems profitable.
Highlight the outline of the body
Dare to fight the cold wind
The courage to grow up is greater than every crazy word in the world.
Snowflakes are flying like three feet frozen, which is intriguing.
Appreciation is essential.
My clothes don't increase or decrease.
I am a wayward child.
tool
Begging happens every day, everywhere.
Spring breeze, autumn wind blowing gently, hot summer and severe winter
Rain or shine is the basic skill
I want to learn to walk and exercise my eyes.
Needles grow out of my eyes.
Fine steel's
Didn't stab anyone.
Criticize the injustice of experience over and over again
Constantly sigh, sigh, disappointment * * *
I am a wayward child.
Describe everyone you meet carefully.
Poor or rich, sometimes it depends on speculation.
I tried to hide the pin.
In every corner of the city
I can take good care of this place and highlight the silence.
When I reach out to everyone.
The pin keeps bowing its head.
I feel bigger than everyone I meet.
Maybe this is an illusion.
I am a wayward child.