A modern Don Juan, wearing a skin that is always ready for drama, but has not released any comedy factor at the end. Flying, driving, talking, sleeping in a motel, the story behind Kongyu, the heroine is one by one, and there is nothing to talk about feelings. The end of love and hate is like the end of raindrops shattering on a tombstone. Anyone who has ever wanted to be mixed into flesh and blood has fallen out of life.
Nothing is wrong, always.
Beginning or ending, the Greenhornes sing: Every season has an end...
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