Even if there is no track, I will not leave and give up, because I believe you can hear our signal;
The clock in the opposite direction rang the memory. You often say that you are a perfectionist and you should always love your wife simply.
On that sunny day, at the garden party, you looked around for Qilixiang, and I lost my temper at maltose;
You amuse me with black humor, but you can't speak sweet words. I laugh at you for being as stupid as a snail.
Maple leaves are whispering, I am listening here quietly, and the terraces in my hometown are gradually drifting away, telling the past in the name of my father;
Shanghai 1943, grandma is still young and has thick eyelashes. Now it is like snow, and the time goes back, and the songs that are answered directly are vague;
I love the beauty of the Coral Sea, you love the mystery of Istanbul, and you say that one day the train will go somewhere.
The ancient Indian turtledove hovers in the sky, and William Castle is waiting for your footsteps.