
The parting day is too long to beat the pen edge of the tearful paper note telling the autumn acacia bitter hazy moonlight playing with the autumn wind strings distant bamboo building candle flickering back looking at the Hongyan ask...
10-30
Sometimes I have a drink and wake up in the middle of the night, I really don't know if I was drunk or not, awake or not. The scene that was originally in the dream was gone in a flash, man, really strange, half of the people...
11-02