Looking at the clear sky outside the window, she seems to be used to making herself feel redundant and wrapping herself up with a cold. She looked at the people outside thoughtfully and was very happy. She couldn't help laughing sadly. They never enter the pool in the dark. The bright and gentle wind is still blowing, sometimes it is warm or cold, and they can't escape.
Look, the little finger is still on his left rocket ring.
And then recall the past
Those memories
A symbol of a ring worn on the little finger.
A lifetime of loneliness
? I also wrote my words, "Take care of my sweetheart on the other side of the sea." My name is Blood Jade-Peter Quiet ★ Welcome to read my words (I didn't get a good opportunity).