If the words don't convey the meaning, keep liking in your heart.Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, in a daze, it was once again the midsummer of that year, with a gentle breeze and drizzleOccasionally thinking of it can't help but feel a bit melancholyIf it hadn't raine
If the words don't convey the meaning, keep liking in your heart.Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, in a daze, it was once again the midsummer of that year, with a gentle breeze and drizzleOccasionally thinking of it can't help but feel a bit melancholyIf it hadn't raine
