In the photo, he seems to be drinking water, so handsome, even drinking water is so charming. Strangers are like jade, and the prince is unparalleled in the world. The indigo robe was tied with a blue brocade belt around the waist, and the dark hair was tied up.
I never gave up liking you, just went from intense to quiet. I don't know if you'll come, so I wait, the sun is warm, the years are quiet, you haven't come yet, how dare I get old.
It's quiet time to look good, milky and milky. Like like the flowers on the hillside as soon as you don't pay attention to it will bloom all over the ground, the Milky Way is far away, I will also be in the sun, want to meet you romantically.
The yellow leaves of the sycamore carry the unfinished heartbeat of the juvenile age, and the autumn wind blows through the sour and short-lived crush.
Later I finally learned that you were not my flower, I just happened to pass by its bloom.
My night sky is a galaxy of long light, and after meeting you, I am like a star. If, I mean, if you can talk to you one day, I should talk for a long time.
I hope it gets better and better, after all, it is so good and hard.