ancient times
Gold diggers carve stones for this group of people with inflated selfish desires in order to piece together gold and help each other.
Deal with emergencies when life dies in another way.
Settle the withered soul
Wet rain, deep cries
In the messy footsteps, a stone lamp without ferocious at the intersection held its head high in the night.
Meteors break the confusion and share the imagination of the ancients.
I waved my hand and wrote a paragraph that missed the origin of insurance.
Become the flame that burns me
2.[ insurance policy]
Never heard that cry.
That voice, sad and far away, was forgotten in two worlds. You left silently, covered with the weight of life.
Birth, illness and death are just a piece of paper, and the rest of my life after death is also a piece of paper, covering responsibilities and obligations as promised, and accidentally smoothing out mistakes.
Commitment with a shadow, the beginning of the day shows that it is Buddhist, and it is an amulet for you to make up for a period of time or a lifetime.
3.[ Crisis]
Walking on the journey, imagine a strange road according to your heart, and the crisis is ups and downs. I seem to see the familiar storm demon flying in the air all the time.
"To subvert the world", the risks are evil, the palms are open, and the lifelines are clearly intertwined.
Mutual trust, what a dazzling morality.
Inherent posture, like stars shining, who understands your explanation? Feet stuck in the soil, deep.
I walk on the road at night, which is related to me.
What a short cry for help! Bloody woman
When I ran away from the car, I lost my hearing and was all thumbs.
Pain permeates the body, and thoughts are inexplicable and doubtful, and they are always driven by speed mysteriously.
A pair of sad eyes tell me in detail that "I am insured" and luck is always behind.
[Running agent]
I am tied to street lamps and have the same magic as them.
Speaking calmly in the fire, explaining painfully in the blood, and offering sacrifices on the altar, what I saw on the dangerous waves can be said to be fleeting, which can't describe the collapse of the sun years above us, but we are so powerless.
If I hear the alarm, I know that the property belongs to the taxpayer, my wealth.
In jeopardy. Mom, it must have a broken tooth.
My name is not vague, it is always repeated.
And whose memory can't keep up with my wishes.
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They were beaten on the wall by darkness and wet by sadness.
The idea I'm looking forward to is stripped layer by layer.
Print beautiful leaflets, bless, and walk on the way home.
Get out of a corridor safely and keep your life the same.