A descendant of the poem dragon

Hiding in the depths of the field path, an unparalleled loneliness, manzhushahua dancing gently with the wind, when will our memories be erased? There is an unspeakable happiness in the depths of the other side of the flower. Man Zhu Sha Hua dances in the wind. Our love has no home. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I cut my hair short. Man Zhu Sha Hua blooms quietly without talking. I have a deep affection for him. I have a deep affection for him. ...