Summary
When we come back in spring next year, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom. There are flowers on both sides of our road. It is a blessing from the earth. I still hold your hand and walk all the way without looking back... It turns out that a man's arrogance and self-esteem Often it comes from the protective color after the scars. After all, a love, a lifetime of love, whether sincere or infatuation, is to use up all your hearts and mines! Sigh, these loves have not blossomed yet... spring The flowers are not open.
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