Your reply reminds me of the purest love in the world. Such holy feelings are like beautiful people wearing gorgeous ornaments on their heads. They walk with the crowd with laughter. Only the fragrance of clothes still drifts away in the dark. You look for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly look back, but inadvertently find her where the lights are scattered.

One day it rained heavily outside. I knelt at the door and said to the door lock, please don't show!