Leaning his head on the bed, sadness is like a small stream of warm water, flowing from the left ear to the right ear, and the fingers are gently fiddling with the sheets, but it is quiet and plain.
When I watched the movie, I was a little stunned. The musical is coming. The heroine is as beautiful as the Barbie doll she saw at first sight, but the story is old-fashioned and thin under the comparison of the music.
However, when I think about the umbrella about the snow castle, this song will still play in my mind, and the beautiful sadness will eventually flow from the left ear to the right ear. At this moment, think about it: wait, or not wait
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