The smiling lattice windows seem to be filled with familiar language and atmosphere with colorful colors in dreams. In this pure and white season, there are all affectionate gazes, smiling to welcome you. The warm and nostalgic gentle posture stirs up boundless memories. Every passer-by who indulges in the world of mortals has a poem that can't be finished, and a dream that can't wake up. In front of the window at this moment, there seems to be an intoxicated and sentimental piano, accompanied by ethereal melody.
? "Love at the Scenery"
Mo Yan this spring snowflakes,
The human face of Taoyan is in vain.
The end of the world is here alone,
We only look forward to the warm sun under the window.
Looking at the empty poems,
I want to make two moves with Mr. Chun.
It's a pity that the sound of the piano is getting old,
I don't know how much is left in the journey? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com