I always feel that I don't trust you and feel insecure around you.

Selfishness, stop, occupy that place in your memory.

Graceful movements, step by step, stepping on setbacks and confusion until they are crushed.

Tired of snowflakes falling on me, just because I am afraid that its sacredness is inversely proportional to myself.

What is good? It's all hypocrisy, which will only make me reject it.

It is a sin to compliment your unappreciative face.

Half a piece of paper splashed with ink, an ordinary pen can no longer outline the elegant outline of your side face &

After years of splashing ink, even the perfect paper still can't outline your elegant face &;