Come on credit to dream of prosperity in this world, but also go to worry about the endless years.
Standing by the window at dusk on a snowy night, who are you looking up for?
A river of spring water is lingering and melodious, just like tears of longing.
If you want to express your feelings with pen and ink, your heart is in the sky and you are traveling with you. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com