The red-faced drunken king does not only smile and fall into the city, I am raw and fall without a long thing for Qing to die is an ephemeral side eye ten thousand years of worry and then care for life can be left if there is surplus grain can be enough to shave enough to be a prisoner of the burrow -
author:Mutual Aid Glasses Brother
Red face drunk
The king does not go to the court but only the wind
A laugh came to the fore
I'm raw and have nothing to lose
Dying for Qing qing is an ephemera
Sideways look at the worries of the past ten thousand years