I don’t come until fall, so I would like to see it in next winter, where I can let it go, the song of everlasting soul.
Avant tout, vous êtes la lumière du soleil sur mon plus long hiver.
I don’t come until fall, so I would like to see it in next winter, where I can let it go, the song of everlasting soul.
Avant tout, vous êtes la lumière du soleil sur mon plus long hiver.
A writer, a tea & poet lover, a xanxia addict, an accidental photographer, - a medical doctor. Lihat lebih banyak pos
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