Things are things that people don't rest, and tears flow first when they want to talk.
when you die, you know everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu.
I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return.
rouge tears? Stay drunk? When does it weigh? Naturally, people grow up and hate water.
ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. A thousand miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk bleak.
There is nothing to say about each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: the moonlit night, short Matsuoka.