Under the turning of the turmoil, we were rolled out as a gravel, and we didn't know where we would pay attention to it. Our joy, with our sorrow, weak roll. The beans saw the infinite scenery before the big names, so returned to the play class, and finally he became a red pole. But what is it? He is still an ordinary person living in the bottom, and the hardships of life are still as good as the cold wind, even if the arms are unable to resist. The soldiers and horses have been no longer, and the frenzy years have quietly walked away, but people's desire and pursuit of substances have come to another extreme. The sun is different, and the light monster is free. We are sitting in the roller coaster. Damn from birth, for a lifetime, said that it is not long, saying short is short. Is there only the top of the eyes, stop breathing, we have time to examine your inner heart and review your own fate!
