Looking up at the southwest of the sky, the sky is high, the sun is shining, the white clouds flourish, the lonely south fly, the cigarette is quietly burned in the vortex of the fingers, and the silky white gas is like I am alone, and it is still connected. .
day after day. Year by year.
Black cat white cat thousands of joy squeezes Ywy your look 19781118, Lunar October 18, June 30, 2001, I like to eat cherry and Mi., at least you ..... ...
