Yu Xiuhua was hospitalized, she loved without reservation, and as a result, she was injured to the skin, and the injury was not at all strong.
She has no relatives around to take care of her, and she is alone.
Somehow, I liked the strength of her alone at the moment, and the long-lost contemplative look.
It is no longer trapped by emotion, but thoughts fly freely.
Love, once her faith, even if the pain is to the bone, she has to fight the fire with moths.
Love, I love you, it doesn't matter if you love me or not.
Even if she loves the wrong person, she has tasted love in the past six months, and I don't think she will regret it.
Her father was also hospitalized in another hospital, and she said that everything would be fine, maybe this year, it was their old Yu family that had a robbery, and everything would slowly get better.
"The Breeze Passes By Me"
Allow me to indulge,
Allow me to cry,
Allow me to pull out love so far away.
Like plucking a bunch of night incense
When facing the stars, facing the abyss
I've always been a man with dirt in mind.
Meet you
It has the appearance of porcelain
But no one came to tell me that every road was clear
Easier to fall than you, easier to break than you
As a person who sells moonlight and the human world
I allow you to laugh at me
If you wake up one morning, you can't find each other
Only the breeze blows
Be sure to smile, remember or forget
#余秀华 #
