"The smell of the sun a few days ago still lingers on my clothes, and this smell brings me back to the warm spring of the sun," Wen said. On the 11th day of the National Day, in the early morning without sunshine, the morning rain secretly abducted my sleep time, which annoyed me. I didn't go to bed until about 5 o'clock last night and talked to an old friend until morning... Mixed with scars and anger, but also permeated with a taste of joy.

The rain lost its control, and in the dying... There was no one in the classroom, alone, looking out the window. In this sample should be a crisp autumn day, but the rain is shiny. It makes people lose their direction, dispels their desires, and only adds a few wisps of longing. I really don't want to talk about this annoying nonsense, I just want to vent my dissatisfaction and impetuousness through blogging, and vent my wild thoughts that killing people are as simple as breathing - the loud werewolf song......

Yes, when people are in the period of indignation, when people are in the helpless period in the middle of the night, when people are in the period of confusion under the sun. What are these so-called troubles: feelings? And what's your bottom line? Feelings - can be ruthlessly wasted, I never regret it, but my bottom line can't bear to be ravaged by others.

It was night, and I often heard the call in my dreams, the singing and the smile, so innocent at this time. In the early morning, the sun did not shine through the windows of the dormitory as usual, and the noise outside continued, but I still did not get out of bed, and I still had to wait. Yes, I always let waiting fill my life, how much youth should I spend like this.

The old back, the decadent wall skin, the rusty evening bell. Everything tells the melody of the end of life. Qiu Si, Qiu Si, really makes me sad to death. The enthusiasm of longing has never diminished, and desire grows like weeds! Ulla, Ulla... For the Blue Lotus in my heart!

There is still the smell of the sun a few days ago, and this smell brings me back to the warm spring of the sun. On the 11th day of the National Day, in the early morning without sunshine, the morning rain secretly abducted my sleep time, which annoyed me. I didn't go to bed until about 5 o'clock last night and talked to an old friend until morning... Mixed with scars and anger, but also permeated with a taste of joy.

The rain lost its control, and in the dying... There was no one in the classroom, alone, looking out the window. In this sample should be a crisp autumn day, but the rain is shiny. It makes people lose their direction, dispels their desires, and only adds a few wisps of longing. I really don't want to talk about this annoying nonsense, I just want to vent my dissatisfaction and impetuousness through blogging, and vent my wild thoughts that killing people are as simple as breathing - the loud werewolf song......

Yes, when people are in the period of indignation, when people are in the helpless period in the middle of the night, when people are in the period of confusion under the sun. What are these so-called troubles: feelings? And what's your bottom line? Feelings - can be ruthlessly wasted, I never regret it, but my bottom line can't bear to be ravaged by others.

It was night, and I often heard the call in my dreams, the singing and the smile, so innocent at this time. In the early morning, the sun did not shine through the windows of the dormitory as usual, and the noise outside continued, but I still did not get out of bed, and I still had to wait. Yes, I always let waiting fill my life, how much youth should I spend like this.

The old back, the decadent wall skin, the rusty evening bell. Everything tells the melody of the end of life. Qiu Si, Qiu Si, really makes me sad to death. The enthusiasm of longing has never diminished, and desire grows like weeds! Ulla, Ulla... For the Blue Lotus in my heart!

There is still the smell of the sun a few days ago, and this smell brings me back to the warm spring of the sun. On the 11th day of the National Day, in the early morning without sunshine, the morning rain secretly abducted my sleep time, which annoyed me. I didn't go to bed until about 5 o'clock last night and talked to an old friend until morning... Mixed with scars and anger, but also permeated with a taste of joy.

The rain lost its control, and in the dying... There was no one in the classroom, alone, looking out the window. In this sample should be a crisp autumn day, but the rain is shiny. It makes people lose their direction, dispels their desires, and only adds a few wisps of longing. I really don't want to talk about this annoying nonsense, I just want to vent my dissatisfaction and impetuousness through blogging, and vent my wild thoughts that killing people are as simple as breathing - the loud werewolf song......

Yes, when people are in the period of indignation, when people are in the helpless period in the middle of the night, when people are in the period of confusion under the sun. What are these so-called troubles: feelings? And what's your bottom line? Feelings - can be ruthlessly wasted, I never regret it, but my bottom line can't bear to be ravaged by others.

It was night, and I often heard the call in my dreams, the singing and the smile, so innocent at this time. In the early morning, the sun did not shine through the windows of the dormitory as usual, and the noise outside continued, but I still did not get out of bed, and I still had to wait. Yes, I always let waiting fill my life, how much youth should I spend like this.

The old back, the decadent wall skin, the rusty evening bell. Everything tells the melody of the end of life. Qiu Si, Qiu Si, really makes me sad to death. The enthusiasm of longing has never diminished, and desire grows like weeds! Ulla, Ulla... For the Blue Lotus in my heart!

There is still the smell of the sun a few days ago, and this smell brings me back to the warm spring of the sun. On the 11th day of the National Day, in the early morning without sunshine, the morning rain secretly abducted my sleep time, which annoyed me. I didn't go to bed until about 5 o'clock last night and talked to an old friend until morning... Mixed with scars and anger, but also permeated with a taste of joy.

The rain lost its control, and in the dying... There was no one in the classroom, alone, looking out the window. In this sample should be a crisp autumn day, but the rain is shiny. It makes people lose their direction, dispels their desires, and only adds a few wisps of longing. I really don't want to talk about this annoying nonsense, I just want to vent my dissatisfaction and impetuousness through blogging, and vent my wild thoughts that killing people are as simple as breathing - the loud werewolf song......

Yes, when people are in the period of indignation, when people are in the helpless period in the middle of the night, when people are in the period of confusion under the sun. What are these so-called troubles: feelings? And what's your bottom line? Feelings - can be ruthlessly wasted, I never regret it, but my bottom line can't bear to be ravaged by others.

It was night, and I often heard the call in my dreams, the singing and the smile, so innocent at this time. In the early morning, the sun did not shine through the windows of the dormitory as usual, and the noise outside continued, but I still did not get out of bed, and I still had to wait. Yes, I always let waiting fill my life, how much youth should I spend like this.

The old back, the decadent wall skin, the rusty evening bell. Everything tells the melody of the end of life. Qiu Si, Qiu Si, really makes me sad to death. The enthusiasm of longing has never diminished, and desire grows like weeds! Ulla, Ulla... For the Blue Lotus in my heart!