The Lord restores children's poems, children, praise God.

Who is who's life expectation, who is waiting for whom. There are always some people standing in their hearts, quietly stroking their lonely hearts, gently misty, sweet and sour,

Float like a cloud and entangle like a fog; There are always some feelings that will suddenly and gently disturb our calm mind. These feelings come in a hurry, deep, silent and heavy, just like gentle wind and rain. Slowly

It's all faded and faded. Did you really forget?