All love, a thousand cups of wine, cannot be said about the spring scenery in my heart. Treat yourself and be weak with others. I feel sad and keep seeking. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

The heart is as old as before, but people are not yesterday, and long-cherished wishes are hard to come true. Flowers bloom and fall, and the light passes. The soul and dream are still there, but the mind is hard to entrust. Silence, silence!
Chapter completed!