Go to the first room~ Wen Si Ji Hui Kong
I know that the sea will dry up and the rocks will rot, so I don’t use love as a metaphor. I just want to hold the quiet you tightly, the gray sky and the hard stone are broken. Love is not the end yet, and I hope it will not be the end
Wen Hui
Wen Hui
It is not obvious anymore.
Please adopt