有啥不能解决的，楼主，割了吧
My fish you wake up the morning, know?
Last night you once said,
let the night never open.
Your sweet cheeks gently slide,
is your tears, or my tears?
The season first kiss goodbye,
not been crying?
My finger is memory,
you panic heartbeat.
Gentle scent,
that a tuft of long hair.
