A few sorrows, the spring flowers fall and worry. I know that my old friend has no idea what to do now, and it is difficult to know where to go.

The traces of the floating duckweed are uncertain, and the white moon is silent and drunk. Even if you don’t lose it, don’t forget it, just leave a piece of love.

Missing the old friend

A few sorrows, spring flowers fall and worry. The heart-warming old friend has no idea where he can go.
Chapter completed!